Cursed

6. Stephanie

"Oh my god!" The words escaped her mouth. She was so stunned that she couldn't notice the Sherrif standing beside her.

"Ms Adams, this is Officer Whitman." He said and extended his hand. Louis however didn't shake his hand. Instead she used them to cover her body. A sense of weakness had gripped her mind the moment she'd seen the body.

Being a lawyer, Louis shouldn't have felt so much dread on looking at a dead body. It wasn't that Louis had a very sensitive heart. Something in her past had made her pretty afraid about murders.

It's not easy to maintain your cool when you happen to gaze at a dead body, especially when you've yourself witnessed a murder ; although it happened years ago.

Louis had to step back and grip at the door otherwise she'd have fell right on the blood that had accumulated near her door. The puddle that now formed before her terrified her so much that she almost forgot what had happened that night.

"Miss, you alright?" Arthur shouted as he hurried upstairs. The loose cotton shirt he wore fluttered as he made his way through the crowd and the blood.

Arthur quickly stepped before Louis and gently pushed her back into the room. He knew how much Louis was scared about seeing the blood and all. He lead Louis to the bed and helped her sit. The Sherrif walked in shortly, after dissipating the crowd.

He wore a brown overcoat and blue jeans. A pistol was attached to his belt at his side and an ID adorned his left chest, just above the heart. He had a tall slender stature and had a rather pointy chin. A well trimmed beard decorated his face. His jet black hair were plastered to his scalp because of over usage of oil. Overall, he looked pretty funny.

If it weren't for his purely professional accent, the depth in his eyes and the proudly sitting badge on his chest, Louis would've had trouble accepting his authority.

"Ms Adams..." the Sherrif opened his mouth but was rudely interrupted by Arthur.

"Mr Whitman, I understand that you'd need all information you can get immediately. But I'm afraid I'd need to ask for your leave. Ms Louis here isn't feeling too comfortable right now." he said quickly.

"I understand, Mister. I'd be waiting outside but unless I've spoken with Ms Adams, I'm afraid I can't take my leave." He said and turned to walk out.

"Wait." Louis spoke weakly.

"But Miss." Arthur began.

"I'm fine." She said softly.

"Ask me whatever you need to." Louis said. Confidence had now once again returned to her voice. Law was something she'd never play with, unless her boss Dan made her. And the sooner she dealt with this matter, the better.

"It's not that you are the prime suspect, MsAdams" Sherrif took a pause and walked around the room, studying it carefully.

"But, well, Mr Kingsley was found at your door. Dead." He said.

"I understand." Louis said.

"What's the estimated time of death?" She said casually which earned her a curious look from the Sherrif.

"She's a lwayer." Arthur clarified.

"Oh, I see. So you are the lawyer people have been talking about; Ms Adams from Burkingham." He said thoughtfully, scratching his chin.

Louis nodded.

"We are not sure, but Stephanie Müller, another guest here says she happened to witness the murder at around 3 O' clock " He said. Stephanie was another tourist who'd came here this morning. She'd checked in around 2.30 the same night, Paul, another manager explained Louis later on.