Avenge him

Who Did It?

Abbie's POV

I leaned in close as Megan talked on the phone. All I managed to catch was murdered.

"What did he want?" I questioned.

"Drew is dead," she mumbled grabbing her bag.

"What!" I proclaim grabbing my bag.

I had so many questions, who, what, when, where, why! But I could tell Megan wasn't in the mood for my inquisitive self. We got into her car, and started off to the police station.

My mind trailed off to who could have done this. A stranger? A relative? A friend? Megan pulled into the parking lot, and put the car in park.

A wave of emotions ran through me as I stepped out of the car. But right now the only thing I wanted to do, is kick someone's ass.

The doors to the chief's office open, then shut behind me with a huge slam.

"I'm so sorry," he spoke each word slowly. "We found his body around three this morning in the dumpster behind that bar Bottles. It shows that he was stabbed 5 times."

I had to sit down, thousands of things raced through my head. Megan on the other hand stood up and started pacing.

"Evidence shows, well there is no evidence. This crime scene was completely spotless. No witnesses, no finger prints, no murder weapon, no nothing!" Chief said.

"No evidence!" I yelled. "How can there be no evidence!"

"Maybe there is something different. You are aware that Drew does go to Bottles every day at noon."

"Yeah, he said it helped him think," Megan mumbled putting her palm to her forehead.

"Why don't you go talk to the bar tender. He might know something. And why you two are doing that, I will get as many police officers I can out looking for witnesses.

I nod, then Megan and I headed for the door.

******

"Nah, nothing out of the ordinary. Mr. Powell came in like he usually does, had a drink, then left." The bar tender explained as he wiped of the counter.

"Are you sure there was nothing out of the ordinary?" Megan asked tapping her finger on her hip.

She always does that when she gets impatient or annoyed. In this case, it's both.

"Well, thanks anyways," I say turning around.

Megan and I walk to the car. She doesn't start it up, we just kind of sit there in silence. Not the awkward silence though, more of a deafening silence. The kind where no one is speaking, but it feels like someone is screaming at you.

Finally, I let a tear roll down my cheek.