Venice/How To Save A Life (Death Note Fanfiction)

Chapter 20 Poison prince

L intimidated me again. The unplanned meeting between me and Verner made me nervous. How did he find me? Maybe he knows who L is. What if he's some kind of spy... The FBI maybe? I gave the flowers a place to be on the kitchen table and thought of an excuse to why I was downstairs. When Verner called five minutes later I showed L and asked if I could work for him again. He gave me a wierd look and simply nodded. I called verner again and asked if he could pick me up two streets from the hotel. I left my phone on my bed and placed the red flipphone I had to carry with me in one of my pockets. In a leather purse I put book number 2 and some cash. At seven in the evening I went outside.

Verner waited in an oldtimer. He wore sunglasses eventhough it was already dark outside and waved nicely when he saw me through the car mirror. He was kind making me think he knew I was uncomfortable around him. I stepped in and then it became quiet. It's been a while since I realised the engine was roaring. Then he drove away.

He wore sleeves that were pulled behind. His hair was alittle wet and I smelled a casual scent of sweat.

"Did you bring the shoes?" My eyes widened. I knew I forgot something. I couldn't close an eye last night. I felt so watched by L's suirveillance cameras that I tried sleeping in the livingroom. But when mr detective came back from his shower I woke up with a yerk to not close an eye again. I was exhausted.

When I peeked through Verners sunglasses I noticed something welcoming. That reminded me of Esteban. How he gave Verner such a questioning look and later defended him. For a moment I wondered if was rejected alot is his life. By the popular girls who sat behind in Maths class and only paid attention to their giggling. Maybe that's why he became a hotel employee.

"Doesn't matter." He read my mind. "I brought another pair, just in case. You may keep the others." We drove by a park. And then by a school.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I looked for another location. The photo's might end up looking dull if the same location was used." His voice buzzed as he concentratedly looked around him. I hummed.

L asked me for physical evidance that I was working. I asked the photographer if the photos were online already getting a simple responds back.

"Why?" I swollowed. For a moment I wondered if the sweat smell came from me. I rubbed my throat looking out of the windows.

"My friend is worried for me...."

"You're friend? Ow, the one behind the cash desk? Fun kid." I nodded hesistately. We were quiet for a moment again. I only notice the car shake us around when we made a turn.

In the door was a polaroid picture. No big one. I picked it up between two fingers and looked a it closely. I have seen her before. Olive skin, hazel eyes, subtile bangs and lank hair. In one of the polaroid pictures on Verners wall by the kitchen.

Who is she? And why does Verner keep so many photo's of her. Is she a model? Did she work for him? Some of the pictures on his wall aren't his. He didn't tell me but I noticed more than one signature on some of his pictures. I wouldn't be surprised if Verner was a conman. Or atleast collect several photos of other artists.

"He's you're friend?" I halve frowned when he questioned me. I pulled my sleeves down to hold between my thumbs and indexfingers.

"Don't you have anyone you share a bed with?" I asked not answering his question. The car turned.

"Not if you stay for a while..." That comment made me swollow the jawn I was about to let out. That was unnecessary. He must have seen my pale face because he drove alittle slower.

"Who's that girl? you're girlfriend?" I moved the picture alittle to fast making Verner get distracted. He barely looked at the road at this point, which made lump in my throat worst.

"Gonzales." He answered blankly. A very small frown was printed on his face. I swollowed roughly and lay my hand on his forarm.

"Your ex?" He looked up to me and silently shook his head. I noticed that his attention grew weaker. Then I thought of Esteban. This guy might have been depressed because of this girl. By accepting his flowers... How does that him feel? What does he think of me? By then his face expressed pure distraction. He looked tired and when I decided that the sweat smell came from him I wondered what he has been doing today.

"What happened?" I asked carefully. He turned the heat of and exhaled. I barely noticed that he's sunglasses were gone to but then I noticed his blue eyes. I recoiled.

"She went missing in Ohio. She uhh...missed a session and the day after she appeared on the news." I paid close attention but he turned away I figured he didn't want to tell me more. Then I notice a small sign of regret in his eyes.

"What's her na-"

"We're here." I froze when Verner parked all of a sudden. I grunted. Gonzales didn't leave my mind. After the photoshoot he drove back to the street me met eachother. I fell asleep in the car but when Verner shook me awake by stopping the car roughly making me bump my head, I walked back to the hotelroom. I didn't notice the overflood of candles in the reception. I dropped my bag on the floor in the bedroom leaving the door open. I fell asleep when the men in the livingroom worried about me.

Then I remembered.

Suzie Gonzales

{A/N: Rewrite}