Unspoken Demises (ON HOLD)

Unspoken Demises chp. 13

~ Mathew's POV ~

"What do you mean you can't find her?" I asked exasperated through the phone while pacing back and forth in my office.

"We searched her apartment, the bar you mentioned, and we questioned a few people. No one knows where she is." A female voice answered in the other end. Traffic was heard clearly from her end, meaning she was outside.

I huffed out a puff of breath and ran a frustrated hand through my fiery, natural, red hair. My pacing quickening a bit.

"Alright, give me the names of the people you questioned." I demanded. My hand clutching the phone tighter. I am worried, but I'm not quite sure if I'm worried about her or my job. Plus her fleeting doesn't help prove her innocence proving more and more that I'm right.

"They were Tony Martinez, Francis Bishop, Wes Paston, and Peter Franklin." The female voice recited the names of the questioned. They weren't interrogated, but were asked for Maxine's whereabouts.

Maxine has been M.I.A for four days. Suddenly no one knows were she is or were she went. No one has heard of her for a few days.

After my chat with Francis and Tony, I went back to the bar because I realized they never answered my question.

 My question was if they knew were Maxine was, but they only asked me why I needed to know. When I answered them, they told me about her.

So I went back to get my question answered, but when I got there neither Franco or Tony were there. Only the owner of the bar Wes was there. We chatted a bit and I asked him if he knew where Maxine was. He said he hadn't seen her. I could tell he was curious himself as to where she is. I went to her apartment and she wasn't there. I went to my office and sent Agent Patterson to search for her, but she had no luck. After four days I requested her to return and search again and question if needed.

We need to find her alive or... or... dead.

"Find her! Do whatever it takes, but you better find Maxine!" I yelled through the phone and hung up. I then threw my phone on the small leather couch at the corner of my office.

I walked over to my desk and sat down. I shuffled through all the files on my desk not knowing what to do.

What I'm I seriously worried about?

Is it my sister and the fact she is missing. No one knowing where she could be. If she's dead or alive. If she's in danger or safe. If she has a place to stay or out in the streets like before...

Or

Is it the fear that this might be the first job that I won't be able to win. If this will cause the boss to chew me out because I let our prime suspect out of our sight...

A soft knock interrupted my train of thought.

"Come in." I said in a deep, rough voice.

"Hey." A velvet voice greets from luscious, red lips as she walks in my office. Her black curls bouncing up and down in sync with her clicking black heels with red all on the bottom of the heel. Her suit clinging tightly to her body making her look sexy as hell as well as professional.

"Hi." I said looking a little nervous.

I mean can you blame me?! I am a man who's smoking hot girlfriend is pissed at and suddenly she comes talk to me?! Wouldn't YOU be nervous too?! Not to mention the fact that this sexy girlfriend is also certified to carry an armed weapon.

She walks over to my desk swaying her hips with every step she takes. She stands by my side for one second and sits down on the corner of my desk crossing one leg over the other.

I swiveled around in my desk chair to face her and recline back on the black swirly chair.

"We need to talk." She says as she looks at me dead in the eyes.

"About?" I ask with suspicion and curiosity.

"Well firstly..." She trails off as she gets off the desk and walks closer to me and sits on my lap, snaking her arms around my neck and lacing her fingers together. "I miss you." She said as she trails kisses down my neck. "I want you to come home. All you have to do is stop is stupid case. once. and. for. all..." She whispers sexily in my ear and I have to shut my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek.

She is making things so difficult! I want to go home and kiss and much more... But I can't because I need to finish this case. I need to know where my sister is and if she needs to go to prison and right now it all says she does. The conversation I had with Tony and Francis is still running in my head though. They seemed convinced that Maxine was a good person who had gone through a lot of shit, but all the evidence points to her. Plus her running away just shows she's guilty.

I don't know what to do now. I'm so confused.

Do I want to send my little sister to prison or do I want to prove her innocence?

But how could I want to prove her innocence if I'm not even sure myself that she is innocent?

I can't quit this case now! I have to uncover the truth or all these questions and wondering will eat at me.

"I'm sorry I can't. I need to know if she did it or not." I tell her calmly. Not nervous, not demanding, just calm and collective.

Lorelei snaps her head up from kissing my neck. "What do you believe? Do you think she murdered that man?" She asks me eying me carefully.

What do I think?

"It doesn't matter what I think. Evidence is what's important. I just need to find out for myself."

"But she's SEVENTEEN, Mathew! She's your little sister! You must know how she is!" Lorelei practically yelled exasperated.

"No, Lorelei. I used to know her when she was SEVEN. People change, she has changed. Being seventeen doesn't change the fact that she could have murdered someone. You must know that. We've seen a few cases with teens killing others."

"People don't change that much. From a sweet, spunky girl to a murderer. Think about that." With that she stood up from my lap and walked out of my office.

I rested my elbows on the desk and placed my head in my hands, tired of all this mess. I sat up straight on my chair and ran a frustrated hand over my exhausted face and into my hair.

Could Lorelei be right about Maxine not being a murderer?

Could she be right about people not changing so much?

If so how much has Maxine changed?

And where in the hell is she?

I seriously need a drink... Hard liquor!