A crime-mystery lover Rhett Carver only wants two things in his life: first, to be taken seriously as a young detective, and second, to get rid of his never-ending bad luck that always gets in the way of reaching the first thing. Those goals bring h...
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Rhett
I was leaning my body to the window, with my arms folded on my chest, when Noel walked into our room with some clean laundry in his hands.
He gave me a disdainful look. "Why are you so dense in the morning? Too much caffeine?"
There were so many things I wanted to say to him. I've been learning how to control my emotion since I was a kid, so I just needed to take a deep breath to start uttering the words without screaming. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." He put the laundry on his closet.
"What were you doing in 12thStreet at about 6.30 pm on October 14th?"
Noel was already on his desk, about to put his books to his bag, but somehow my question made him froze. The date did mean something for him.
He was the one in the recording. He called 911 after Paul was hit.
Yesterday, Avery gave me the CD she got from Officer Parry. I almost forgot about it that I didn't bother to find out anymore, until I listened to it. I tried so hard to keep my expectation low because I knew I would end up being disappointed. One thing I didn't expect was a very familiar voice that I heard everyday, my own roommate for almost three years.
"I didn't want to give you this because it would either make you angry, or disappointed. Listen to it, but keep it to yourself and don't make a fuss about it," Avery said to me. I would definitely not be fussy if it was someone related to the case, but it was actually the roommate who despised me, who was always pissed off every time I breathed—how exactly did you expect me to just be quiet about it?
Noel turned around. The right edge of his lips raised a bit. "That was a very specific question."
"What were you doing?" I repeated.
"Just passing by," he finally answered. "I can drive on any streets I want."
"You think that's the problem?!" I snapped. "You saw him getting hit, Noel. As a pre-med student, the least you could do was giving him a first aid—but no, you just strolled over there, stole from him, and took off. You're a thief... and a horrible person."
"What makes you think I was the one who took his phone?"
"I never said it was a phone."
His face tightened. Busted.
"It's funny how you blamed me with those things and forgot the part where I called the police. That was the reason why you came at me, right?" He still talked with a calm voice. "Can you imagine if I didn't do that? If I'm not mistaken, the woman who found him was the one who wanted to harm him in the first place. She only called the police because she knew she was caught in the surveillance video, otherwise she'd leave him to die there. Am I wrong?"
No. He was absolutely right. Even his girlfriend, who was the other reliable witness, didn't even try to help him because she was involved in a drug theft Paul had done before.
