And She Died Again ¦✔

~01~Anxiety

I can feel my palms sweating now
Pacing back and forward with nothing to say
I can see my mind racing now
The feeling won't go away
It's like a clock ticking slow in the waiting room
It's like a doctor coming but he's got no news
My heart keeps racing, I don't know what to do
You're giving me anxiety
Like a message in a bottle that nobody read
The famous last words that nobody said
Tell me what is wrong tonight
You're giving me anxiety
Anxiety, anxiety

~Good Charlotte "Anxiety"

 Cecil Pepperman paced on the soft tiles which adorned the beautiful floors of St Andrews, the largest and only efficient hospital in Woodwave. She was accompanied by Bill, who knew the insides of the hospital like the back of his palms since he worked there as a surgeon.

He led her from the emergency rooms through a pair of steady oak doors into a waiting area. Cecil came off as a strong character but only she knew her heart was in shambles. She looked at Bill and thought of what a mess she could have been if it weren't for his constant appearance in her life.

She spotted the man she'd seen Bill talking to at the crime scene earlier that day. What was his name again? Greysley? Kingsley? Wesley? She stood in a trance as the man in question approached her.

"Mrs Pepperman, we are trying our best to figure out who killed your daughter. Her body is undergoing series of medical examinations as we speak." He said.

"Thanks detective," She replied as a tear slipped down her chin. She felt bulky muscles surround her, and she immediately knew it was Bill. She nestled into his arms and sighed. "I only have a few questions for you Mrs Pepperman," The detective said and her heart thumped in response.

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A lone mansion stood in a park which was literally empty save for the birds chirping loudly like their lives depended on it and a man dressed in black apparel. Detective Casely Grey, adjusted his tie and smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt. His silvery gray hair shone effortlessly with the late afternoon sun. Heaving a sigh, he pressed the bell and waited for its occupant to make an appearance.

His new assignment was more complicated than he had thought. After questioning Mrs Cecil Pepperman this morning he realized there was no way this cross puzzle would be solved easily. The only lead he had on this investigation was the sleep over Mrs Pepperman had told him about.

That explained why he stood waiting at the doorstep of Mitchie Graham. He hoped he would figure out more once the autopsy results were released otherwise this case was a hopeless cause, Mitchie Graham was his last shot.

All the neighbors of the dead girl had been clueless as a tick and it was quite frustrating. Her mom had been no help either. She only knew her daughter had a sleep over at Mitchie Graham's house the previous night. Interrogating her had been one of the painful experiences he had ever gone through in his years spent as a metro homicide detective. He felt her pain that was one reason he vowed to do his best in cracking this case.

He tapped his right foot, which was fitted in his usual shiny black combat boots, on the wooden floor when he heard some shuffling sounds. The door finally opened revealing the petite frame of a dark haired girl.

"You must be Mitchie Graham," He said casually, stretching his hand to shake that of the girl's. "I'm Detective Casely Grey."

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Mitchie Graham gulped. What was a detective doing standing in front of her house? She knew she had a clean record as far as she was concerned. She eyed him nervously, resisting the urge to slam the door shut in his face.