After hearing news of his cousin having been found dead, Lance burst into the room with a supposed detective and the room service lady.
The halls were hectic since the prince had closed the gates. Lance shoved past everyone, lost in awful thought. This had to be a joke. Some trick they play on newcomers to entertain the staff.
Camry was calling out to him from Delilah's arms since they were lagging behind, getting caught in the crowd. He ignored them and threw the door open to the scene.
Yellow police tape was stretched around randomly with a familiar young man bleeding out in the center.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Lance demanded. A man in a dark suit stood up from crouching.
"Sir, if you would please wait out-"
"Who are you to tell me what to do!? That is my cousin! What kind of twisted things happen here!?" Lance shouted as his wife and daughter entered. Delilah immediately covered the young child's eyes.
"Phillip Meyers, undercover detective. I am currently in the process of evaluating the events leading up to this."
"What have you found?"
"Sir, if you'd just-"
"I DEMAND you tell me now!"
Phillip eyed the young man skeptically. A look of hate and restraint.
"If you just calm down, perhaps then I could find something meaningful."
Lance folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently as Phillip crouched beside the body once again. After a moment, he began to speak.
"6 stab wounds in the torso... A little bit of bruises along the arms... Oh, and one more stab wound."
Lance froze as Delilah exited the room with Camry in her arms.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Lance whispered with wide eyes. He was having difficulty adjusting to this situation.
"I never joke around with these incidents," Phillip said powerfully. Truth be told, he hadn't had to deal with a murder once in his life. He was trained for these moments though. Once he returned from the military, he got a job as an undercover detective. He originally joined for a way to get some cash while he lived peacefully at Bouldercove Manor.
Lance looked down with a look of sheer pain and lament.
"Don't worry sir," Phillip paused, grabbing a wallet from a nearby table He opened it and read the ID. "Trever Pemberson's death will be uncovered justfully and the killer shall be punished accordingly."
Lance nodded numbly, his eyes locked on his closest relative. All the holidays, get-togethers, parties, laughs, and near or far memories never to be shared or spoken fondly of ever again.
Trever and Lance spent so much time together. Pulling pranks... Having sleepovers... and now he's just gone? It couldn't be this simple and sudden, right?
In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
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The Bloodied Truth
Misteri / Thriller"We were best friends when we were younger. Who would have the audacity to kill him?" Lance and Delilah Pemberson, along with their daughter Camry, arrive at the manor owned by Prince Berringer himself. He is the last living member of the Berringer...
