Merged By Murders

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

The sky was darkening swiftly, despite being only four o'clock in the afternoon. Big, black clouds rolled rapidly across the sapphire sky, promising heavy rain soon to come, but that was okay because rain didn't bother me, it gave me a sense of being in England: my home. Detective Colter still hadn't returned even though it had easily been longer than half an hour ago when he left. For the majority of the thirty minutes, Brian and I had sat in dead silence, just the sound of our breathing heard and the occasional pounding of footsteps hastening past the room. I wasn't sure whether I should leave. Was Colter coming back? I shot a glance over at Brian who was staring determinedly at the wall ahead of him. His grey eyes were glazed; no sign of life was visible on his face and his demeanour was blank. I coughed. I coughed again. No response came from him. Just then, the urge to sneeze over came, so scrunching up my face and covering my nose, I let rip an incredibly loud sneeze. If that didn't yank him out of his daydream, then he was a lost cause.

“Bless you,” Brian mumbled, slowly blinking his way back into the present. I smiled tentatively, he was obviously ignoring me and I had a good guess it was to do with my lie about Derek.

“What were you thinking about?” I asked, curious about what had drawn his undivided attention.

“Sam. Did you know I've known her almost five years? Just thinking about the memories..”

“Really, you'd known Sam five years? Wow..” I hadn't really thought about anybody else missing Sam except Jesse, not even the other guys who were with her last night. Or her parents.

“Did she have any siblings?” I asked, a frown creasing my face.

“No. Only child. Her parents are great but they say that Sam is enough to handle. Can't deal with any more children,” We sat in silence again as I considered this information. They only had one child, who they'd lost. That thought itself was depressing so I knew in actual fact it would be deeply... heartbreaking.

“Did you know,” I started, my voice faint as I was still lost in thought. “That you can die from a broken heart?”

“Who knew emotional pain could be that strong,” Brian added, his voice as well a quiet whisper, like the gentle rustling of leaves.

“My Mum,” I said, then froze. That was supposed to be a thought! Thankfully, Brian didn't say anything after that comment, which I was extremely grateful for, I couldn't bear to answer any parent-related questions. Time continued to pass and silence still took hold of the room.

Tap!

Tap!

Jumping up, I scurried over to the door, hastening to open it only to find Mr. Langley – or Drab Man as I preferred – stood hunched at the door. A bored expression graced his face as he took two business cards and stuffed them into my hands.

“The other is for the boy. You can go. Detective Colter sends his apologies but more important work has arose, he said he'd be calling on you soon.” Drab Man's voice came out in low moan and as soon as his small, wrinkled lips had shut, he turned and scuttled back down the corridor.

“What a happy man,” I commented sarcastically, pushing through the door. Brian followed, taking one of the cards out of my hands and pushing it deep into his pocket without a single glance.

“Yeah, poor bloke. Reckon he should get out more,”

“Too true. We should set him up on a date,” I joked, attempting to get a smile out of Brian. I succeeded. We followed the signs on the walls that led us to the exit, and once we got to the black double doors, I suddenly became nervous. Did he want to walk me home? I didn't want to go home in the dark by myself but I didn't want him to see my house. With a push, Brian opened the doors and a gust of cold blasted my face leaving my eyes stinging. Immediately, I yanked my gloves out of my pocket and hoisted them onto my hands.