Left Unexplained

Chapter 26~

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"Hanna, you're moving in with us, right?" mom asked her through the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah, definitely. I'm sure the folks at that house will be relieved to know I'm finally out of their hair. I'll just get my things packed."

"Drop me off at dad's place too," I told mom. "I've got some re-packing of my own."

"Alright, when should I pick you up?" she took the next right onto his street.

"I'll text you when I'm finished."

I pulled out the key once I reached the front door. The stale, lifeless smell of the empty apartment hit me as I entered.

There wasn't much to pack, but knowing me, it'd still take some time.

I began with the picture frames I had hung on the walls and stacked them into a box. Moving to the television, I picked up all my DVDs and neatly placed them in it as well.

The ringtone of my phone echoed in the soundless apartment and I jumped to receive it.

"Cam? What's up?"

He snickered. "Cam? What's that about?"

"Your name is too long. I mean c'mon, Cam. E. Ron," I broke his name into bits to emphasise my point. "If I put together all the time I spent saying your name, I'm pretty sure it'd total up to thirteen years."

"Are you admitting to me that you say my name that much?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Cam." I pressed the phone between my ear and shoulder as I taped the full box closed. "You called. What'd you need?"

His end went deathly silent.

"You still there?"

When I got no reply, I figured the call must have gotten cut and started to slide the phone off my ear.

"I know who killed your dad."

I froze.. "Who?"

"I knew he's terrible and an asshat, but this is fucking insane," he continued his rant as if I was on the same page as him.

"Wait Cam, hold on," I dusted my hands against my leggings and plopped into the couch. "Alright, now start from the top."

He took in a deep breath. "Alright, so after the funeral-"

~oooo Flashback oooo~

"Good job, it went perfectly," an aging voice muttered into the phone. "Yes, I have deposited the cash into your account."

The books on all the shelves of the walls stopped the reverberation of echoes, making his voice clear and single.

He stroked the scuffle of a sideburn. He lowered his voice into a threateningly dangerous tone. "This never happened. All is forgotten, am I making myself clear? Richard is dead...and so is our acquaintance."

He held his phone away from his ear and closed it shut, smiling to himself.

"Wanna share some of that with the police?"

His eyes widened slightly, but years of practising to stay calm made sure he didn't flinch in the slightest. He recognised the voice behind him and smirked. 'No problem, this'll just be another tiny hurdle I can take care of, I've been doing it for years and this time shouldn't be any different.'

"Cameron, how much did you hear?" he didn't turn around to face the visitor.

"Enough to know that Xavier isn't guilty," the young man shot back.