Finally

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chloe

The cop strode over to me.

"Detective Mason Strauss, CPD," he said. "Now I know this is hard, but I'm going to have to ask you some questions."

I nodded then looked him over. Young, 24 at the most, and scrawny, he didn't look like he could be a cop, and the look on his face. The poor kid was terrified. His hand shook as he slowly opened his note book and prepared to take notes.

"First case?" I asked, giving him a small smile.

"No. Well, sorta. My partner's on leave for a few weeks, and I was the only officer without a case, and so when he got the call for this one, my captain told me to take it, and my partner's not back yet, and I've never worked a case without him, and... I'm rambling aren't I?"

"A little," I said, slightly annoyed. I hadn't wanted his whole life story, not when Jace was... you know. "Now if you've got any questions," I continued, "Then I recommend that you ask them. Otherwise, I gotta get out of here."

"Oh yeah, questions. Sorry." Strauss stammered. "Ummmmm, so how were you related to the victim?"

"His name is-- was --Jace. Use it. And I was his fiancée. We were getting married tomorrow." Tears sprang to my eyes. It took all of my willpower to hold them back. Don't cry. Don't cry. "We met in college. We've been together for three years. He proposed to me after I graduated last year. I never loved anyone as much as him." My voice cracked. "I loved him so much."

Strauss gave me a look of forced sympathy and wrote down my answer. "Okay, ummmm, next question. How did you find the body?"

"The same way it is now." Dumbass.

"Was Jace in good mental health?" Strauss's questions were getting stupider. What did he think? Of course Jace was in good mental health!

"As far as I'm aware, yes. Now are we done with the stupid questions? Can I go grieve in peace?" I was so completely done with this guy.

"No," Strauss said, "And I highly recommend you never use that tone with me again."

"Fine," I said, sarcasm dripping from my every word. "Please Mr. Police Officer, ask me your next terribly important question. I can't wait to answer it."

Strauss looked as if he was planning how best to murder me. "Do you know of anyone who would want to murder your fiancé?"

"No."

* * *

Strauss questioned me for what seemed like hours before he walked over to his medical examiner.

"Probably a suicide." Strauss said. "Poor guy threw himself off the building."

The ME opened her mouth to say something (probably to say that Jace's death was under no circumstances a suicide), but Strauss cut her off.

"He didn't want to get married, and honestly, I understand. I wouldn't wanna devote my life to that bitch either."

I stalked over to them.

"That's it?" I nearly yelled. "Suicide? I knew Jace. He would NEVER take his own life, and never because of me. He knew he could tell me anything. I would have understood if he didn't want to marry me. Jace was a good person. He didn't deserve the ending he got, and he sure as hell wouldn't give that ending to himself."

At first Strauss's face was priceless. Then he arranged his features into an uncaring look. "See," he said, "That, right there, is why he killed himself."

"So your not even going to investigate?" I asked.

"Why would I need to?"

I think he was trying to piss me off at this point. He couldn't hate me that much could he? He couldn't hate me so completely that he'd let some get away with murder, right?

"Jace deserves justice." My voice was choked. "If you aren't going to get it for him, then I am."

"If I see you anywhere near this investigation, I'll have you arrested. That's a promise."

"What investigation?" I asked before walking away. Strauss didn't answer. "Thought so." Now that he couldn't see me, I let myself cry. With tears running down my face, I walked back into the hotel.

* * *

Hours later, I lay on my bed, sobbing, my body shaking uncontrollably, my anguished wails filling my ears. I couldn't stop. Jace couldn't be dead. There was no way. Just hours ago, I had seen him, held him, kissed him, and now he was gone.

He never would have killed himself.

Why wouldn't that idiot Strauss conduct an investigation? Why couldn't he see that Jace wouldn't kill himself? Why couldn't Strauss see that he had to have been murdered, that it was the only logical explanation?

I kept seeing Jace's body in mind. His twisted limbs, his bloody face. The man I loved, dead, destroyed, taken from my life by someone, someone I would find one day.

I took out my phone and scrolled through my songs, listening to any song that had significance to me and Jace.

The music flowed into my ears, calming my brain, relaxing my body. Slowly the tears stopped as I listened. It was as if Jace was here with me. I could almost hear him telling me it was okay, that I'd be fine. That he was sorry he couldn't be here.

Eventually, I got up and showered, still singing to myself. These songs were a reminder to me that the people we love never truly leave us. Jace would never, could never, truly leave me. I would never forget him. And I wouldn't rest until I found out who killed him. No matter how long it took.

I got out of the shower, got dressed, and left the hotel. I needed a drink.

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A/N

Oh crap. I thought that this one was going to be longer. Oh well. I'm almost out of prewritten chapters (I actually combined two here).

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