Falling in Love...with a Murderer

Chapter 3

Honestly, I didn't quite know how to respond to that. In all fairness though, it was two in the morning. I just wanted to sleep.

"Did you not just hear me? I said I was murdered." She looked at me with wide blue eyes as I thought this through, a little more clearly. How was it possible for Miranda to have been murdered when I saw her car crash into a pole.

I cleared my throat before I spoke. "Um, Miranda, I really hate to tell you this, but I, along with everyone else, saw your car crash. You said so yourself, your breaks weren't working.."

She shook her head furiously. "No, Carter. That car was pretty new. It wasn't some freak accident."

I raised an eyebrow before I spoke. "Well, can you prove it wasn't just an accident?"

She nodded, a look of anger crossing her eyes. "Yes, actually I can."

"Well tell me."

She sighed as she sat next to me on the bed and stared me straight in the eye. "I was in an arranged marriage."

I gave her a confused look, wondering how this could have possibly had anything to do with evidence.

She rolled her eyes at my expression. "Just let me continue." I remained quiet as she spoke again. "My parents, along with Blaine's just wanted our companies to grow together. You know, it would bring in tons of money, so my parents didn't care about my happiness. They never did." She mumbled the last part as she fiddled with her hands. "Well, we met and not even a week later we were engaged. I didn't love him. I knew I could never love him, but he....well he fell for me. He fell in love with me." She pressed a hand to her temple, shaking her head as her blond hair fell to her shoulders. "He told me he thought we could make it work. But I knew we couldn't. Months passed as I kept putting off the wedding, much to my parents' dismay," she let out a small humorless laugh. "And then I met this man. He was so handsome and instantly, I fell for him. So, we began seeing each other. Blaine found out and was pissed about it, and when I told him I was pregnant with the other man''s child, that's when he got really angry and said he'd come after Wallace and I." She let out a shaky breath before continuing. "I needed to stay with Blaine a few more days, until I could find a way to tell my parents that I was going to live with the man I love. Things were tense with Blaine, and there was that day. I was supposed to go on a trip with the man I love for the weekend. But my car broke down. So, I got in Blake's car and a few minutes later...I was dead."

I raised my eyebrows at the story she just told me. "Wow," was all I was able to say.

She nodded, now playing with her hair. "Tell me about it."

"So, you're saying you think Blaine did this?"

She looked back up at me quickly. "Well, duh." She said, a bit rudely I may add. I swear, ghosts are just so moody sometimes. I'm the one that got woken up at two in the morning. Yet I'm not being all snappy.

"I thought you said you had evidence against him."

She nodded. "Well, yeah. He was really pissed."

"Great, we have a motive, but we need evidence if we're going to be able to turn this over to the police."

"They think it's an accident." She said suddenly.

Confused, I asked, "Who?"

"The police. I heard them talking about it. Accident." She just shrugged.

"Miranda, I'm sorry, but I can only help you if you show me evidence."

Her eyes grew wide as she sat up on her knees. "What? No, no, no. You have to help me."

"Help you how exactly?"

She rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. "I need you to go undercover. Befriend Blaine. Get evidence."

I looked at this girl like she was insane. Partly because she was. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You want me to be friends with a guy who you think murdered you because he was jealous?"

She seemed to think it over before she simply nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh, no, I don't see anything wrong with this plan at all." I said sarcastically.

"Carter, I need you. I need Blaine to be punished for what he's done."

I shook my head. "No."

Instanatly she put a hand to her belly. "Carter, this man didn't just take my life, but he stole my child's. Please?"

That last part got me as I looked at her with her pleading eyes. But then I thought about it some more. I didn't mean to sound rude, but Miranda was already dead. Now she was basically asking me to put my life in danger and possibly end up where she is now.

"No," I said again, and I watched as Miranda's face changed to anger. Ha, she thought she had me.Before Miranda could beg anymore, I switched off my light and muttered a, "Good night," before laying back down again.

However, if I thought I was going to get any sleep...I was dead wrong. No pun intended.