When Corpses Lie

A Question of Pride

Even though Thomas went to go call him, I thought it would be too snob to just stand there, waiting for his arrival. Thomas kind of ignored his "task" since I was there with him. He didn't say a word, and I didn't either. Our eyes never connected and the only souds that were heard were the waves hitting the black rocks and the yellow sand non-stop and our footsteps, all mixed together by the roaring wind.

It was the middle of summer but it seemed like the winter already. The dark(ish) clouds invaded the sky and the wind pushed drops of water in our direction, hitting us without us even noticing. We were both two focused  on not breaking the silence: both of us not doing it because of his pride. He was just holding a grudge on me, which, considering the circumstances, was justified. 

He got into the house and I followed him. We went to Alex yet again and I'm guessing Melissa was there too. Frank was absent. Not physically,  but mentally, like most of us. The joy in that house was missing, and, once again, it was justified. A murderer on the loose accumulating 1.5 victims (Robert's lost of consciousness counts as 0.5) doesn't bring anybody up but the psycho himself.

Frank was locked inside his mind, but a snap of fingers was the key for its unlock. He snapped (bad pun) out of it and he went with me to the beach. He was quiet. He gave the murder more thought than Thomas did, not even asking why he was there. Either that, or he knew that he was going to be interrogated.

I didn't even say hi to him. I was too focused on the prize.

- So I guess you know why you're here. So no beating around the bush. Where were you when Stan died?

- I was right where you found me. Well, a little behind of course. - He said, rolling his eyes.

- Where was Laura?

- Why do you think I know? She's an independent woman... She can go wherever she wants. - I barely contained the rolling of my eyes.

- Where do you think she was?

- I don't know... - He said, like it wad obvious. - She probably went the other way just to avoid me.

- And why would she do that?

- Because... - His little break didn't contain the sigh. - Because we argued.

- Over what?

- Over Stella. She said I should get a restraining order against her so she wouldn't hurt me or Laura. Or any of you.

- And what did you answer her?

- I said I wouldn't do it just yet. If she were to attack me again I would definitely get one. Like in baseball... Three strikes, you're out.

- What color is your jacket?

- You can see it right here. It's black.

- Does Laura use gloves?

- Yeah, she likes them. She says it heats her up but manages to maintain her hands in a steady temperature. - He said, smiling. - Why these questions?

- Doesn't matter. Who do you think killed him?

- Stella, of course. All to prove that she would be able to kill anyone.

- If you would have killed him, why would you have done it?

- What the he...? - His voice rised.

- Just answer me please.

- No... I won't answer it without a lawyer. I will answer any question but this one.

- Fine. Did you see anyone on the beach besides Laura?

- No. - His face changed midway through the answer. - Actually, yes. There was someone high up in the rocks watching me.

- Who was it?

- How do you expect me to know? It was in the middle of the night and thosw rocks are far... - I was very impatient. I understood that being interrogated by a friend isn't cool but why didn't he understand that those questions were meant to solves everything?

- Ok. No more questions. Call Laura please and tell her to come here.

Hey everybody. Sorry it's a short chapter but I went to Madrid this weekend and didn't write that much. Still, I hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be bigger and it will be posted Saturday.