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Listen to "Fake It" by Seether while reading this... I feel like its one hundred percent perfect for Carmen. Enjoy :)
Carmen
I wondered if he heard my shallow gasp from the moment I saw him.
Styles didn't take his eyes of me as I shifted my gaze to the room around me, trying to find an excuse to leave. I wanted to stand up and strangle him, but also wanted to cower and run at the same time. His gaze was so set on me that he ran into a man trying to get by, who fell back into a bearded man shielding a woman in hysterics. The bearded man starting yelling at him, but I couldn't here what he was saying. Styles seemed to be completely oblivious to the scene behind him.
He pulled up the chair that Ashton had so graciously pushed in, and leaned back into it after sitting. He picked up the receiver, and before putting it to his ear, he twirled the chord around his pointer finger. I noticed a peek of a tattoo under the long-sleeved shirt that he always seemed to wear.
I sighed and drummed my fingers on the counter, my other hand nearly shaking while holding my receiver. He smirked and put the receiver to his ear.
"Funny. I've always wondered if you're recklessness would land you in the slammer or not."
"What do you want?" I asked, seething with anger and shaking with fear.
"Oh, you still work for me, Carmen. I wanted to speak with you." He paused. "I assume that you understand that I refused to pay your bail."
"Yes." I said. "Which is quite unexpected, since you've got a huge case that needs me to be solved."
"Oh, Ashton will be fine with the case. If he can't, I can always fire him and solve it myself."
My heart stopped for a second, and I didn't say anything.
"It's curious," Styles continued. "How you attempted to murder Ashton, yet you still have him wrapped around your little finger."
I took a deep breath. "It was entirely his choice."
"Which I'm slightly worried about," Styles says. "You could have him to do your bidding. You do know that he nearly beat me the other day? From the bail rejection? You probably told him to kill me if I said no, but he had one glimmer of humanity left-"
"Do not speak about Ashton that way." I said, my teeth gritted.
"Oh." Styles said, mockingly. "He's got you wrapped around his finger as well. Why don't you elope?" He laughed.
I sighed. "What are you really here for, Styles?"
"To tell you that I've got something for you for when you get out of here. You see, I did a little research on the things you came up with nothing on. Like, say, the warehouse? Louis Tomlinson?"
My breath hitched.
"Thought you'd be interested. Seems here that we've scraped up a little bit on that Tomlinson guy. He's always been a sketchy figure- you must have hastily researched, because I came up with this when you came up with nothing- expelled from school for allegedly making a sex tape, a few DUI's, minor crimes here and there. See, I think that he's going for the big guns here- murder. After all, his sister went missing and was never found. Maybe he thinks that one of the men is the murderer of his sister. Maybe going for revenge. See, we aren't sure. But he is a sketchy figure, and could be that second identity you've been fussing about."
This new information felt like a punch in the stomach. "What about the warehouse?"
"Ah, the warehouse." Styles smirked, satisfied with how much he had known and I hadn't. "I've got a possible location."
"A location?" I said. "Where?"
"See, that's the thing you get when you get out. Directions. If you ever get out, that is. Never know, your sentence could be a major blow to this case. Enjoy karma, James."
Karma?
Styles hung up the receiver and stood up, smirking one last time. He didn't even bother to push in the chair. He walked straight towards the door, not giving a damn about the men, women, and children he continuously ran into. I was dragged up from the chair and was halfway to the door when there was a knock on the glass.
Ashton.
My guard threw me down again and Ashton frantically took the receiver. I took mine and took a deep breath.
"Ashton, what's going on?"
"Remember May? Liam's wife?" He said.
I nodded. "The pregnant woman in hysterics that we talked to, right?"
He nodded. "Well.... she's gone missing."
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A/N
Sorry about the short chapter, but I'll update again soon!
-Hope
