Little White Lies

Chapter 4

"Can't you wear something more—more appropriate?" Eric whispered, his eyes drifting to the deep V of Candice's shirt. It was a burgundy satin number, paired with skinny jeans and her pair of party heels. All in all, it wasn't exactly a conventional outfit to wear to the police station. But Candice wasn't here for a conventional reason.

"Hi, may I speak to the detective that's in charge of the charity ball robbery case?' Candice asked sweetly at the police officer on duty. The man, who looked to be in his late thirties with a giant belly, blinked at her as though he wasn't really quite there.

"What?" he drawled slowly, eyes also focused on the v of her shirt. Candice coughed a little and his attention returned to her face momentarily.

"The detective in charge of the charity ball robbery and shooting case? I'm the daughter of Richard White," she asked again, keeping her voice preppy. The man gave one last lingering look at her cleavage before pressing a button on the phone next to him.

"Detective Wallace, there's a girl here asking about the case. Said she's Richard White's daughter," he said in a bored tone, his eyes back to her shirt front. Candice resisted the urge to huff in disgust, especially when he pointed them down the hall.

"Thank you, officer," she said. Eric was trying to put on a poker face behind her but failing. Candice gave her a glare and marched down the corridor towards the door it was pointed at.

The plaque at the door read Detective Wallace, and under normal circumstances, Candice would be excited to meet a real-life detective. Especially because the face behind the door was a handsome one.

"How might I help you?" the man who must be Detective Wallace asked. He was a different kind of handsome to Eric, with blond hair and hazel eyes. He looked to be in his thirties, but the athletic thirties, unlike the desk front police. Candice noticed that his gaze didn't stray downwards. Crap.

"Hi, I'm Candice White." Candice decided that she needed to go down another route and stuck out her hand. Detective Wallace gave her a quick assessment, stepping sideways to take stock of Eric, too.

"Hi, please come in," he said. Candice stepped into his small office, noticing that it lacked the file trays and ominous window blinds that you often see on cops drama on TV. There was only one chair, so they all remained standing.

"How might I help you?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Candice tried to think of something to say, this wasn't really going how she'd hoped.

"We want to ask about the bodies," Eric stepped in. Candice's heart clutched tightly at the moment, both in guilt and in shock. She hadn't thought of her parent's bodies. Surely the police had them.

Oh my god. Was she going to see their body?

"We do have them in custody," Detective Wallace said, but more gently. Eric had taken a step closer to her and held her shoulder in support. Candice's keens felt weak and she could feel the two men staring at her in concern. She realized that this was the perfect opportunity.

"I think I'm going to faint," she said. Sure enough, both of them looked at each other in panic. Eric held her more tightly while Detective Wallace ventured outside to make her a cup of tea. As soon as he was out of the door, Candice stood up straight and dived towards the pile of papers on his desk.

"Candice!" Eric whispered furiously behind her, shock evident in his voice. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for information, duh. Now why don't you help me stand guard?" she whispered back without bothering to look behind her. She heard Eric's feet moved away, which meant that he was doing as he was told. The first few files she opened were of missing people's cases, but the fifth one was what she was looking for.