This is Gucci- Coliver AU

[14]

"I don't know what to do right now," Ollie says as his head rests on my shoulder and his cheeks are stained with tears.

"What about your mom and dad? Are they coming down here? Or are you going up there?" I ask him, trying to help the situation. He sighs and sits up.

"Uh.... no, no it's um, well my parents died a while ago. My sister and I were in the foster care system for a while, until we were old enough to get out. But are foster parents weren't the best, so basically, I got out and got as far away as possible on a full scholarship and she just stayed and didn't really care," He said. I couldn't even react.

I don't know what I would do without my parents, even though I don't see them regularly, I still miss them, all the time even if my dad and I don't see eye to eye.

I didn't know if it was the right time to address Oliver and mine relationship just yet, but then I was thinking how long I was going to hold it off for.

"I'm sorry," Were the only words that came out of my mouth. I didn't know what to say. Who does when their loved ones sister got murdered?

"It's okay, it's not your fault," He says with no emotion in his voice. I sigh as I grab his hand.

"Would you like to go to... where it happened?" I asked him, wondering if that would make him feel better. Because in all honestly, Oliver and I are exactly alike. We both like answers, and this could lead him to some, plus, he might see something that no one else does. Who would know his sister better than him?

His head lifted from my shoulder as he gave me a slight nod. I nodded along with him to show it was okay for him to come.
*~*

The car ride was silent. The only sounds where the ones from outside and the rain hitting the windows.

When we got there, I was ready to make a dash for the front door after I gave the valet my keys, but Ollie didn't have the same thought, he walked through the rain to the door, not caring at all.

When we both walk through the door I see Jimmy with a crowd of people around the desk. He was trying to answer everyone's questions and people shoving stuff in his face.

"Listen....I...I don't know... Please, one at a time!" He tries to yell over the mob. I sigh.

"Jimmy? What the hell is happening?" I ask.

"Conor, I need help.." He says desperately. I sigh and push my way through the crowd to get behind the desk.

"Everyone!" I yell. The crowd becomes quiet, so quiet you could hear a pen drop. "I am Conor Walsh. Please tell me why you are disrespecting mine and my fathers employee's?!" I screamed as I tried to look as angry as possible.

"We are not staying here since someone got killed," I women says holding her child tight.

"Who? Do you have the evidence? Are you the cops? Because last time I checked she was found dead, no one said she was killed by someone. It's completely safe here, we have high technology security. The best in the country. It you don't want to believe me.. well I guess you're just wasting your money. But you can either leave now, in a single file fashion as you check out," I say putting emphasis on the last sentence. "Or go back up to your room, and stop coming at my employee's aggressively," I say.

Most of the people take my advice and go back up the elevator or escalator to their rooms, there was the odd person who left but most of which knew they were in good hands.

"Wow Son, I didn't know you had it in you," I hear an all familiar voice.

"Dad," I sigh and give him a hug, these past few days, I think I really needed him.

"I came as soon as I got the news," He says. I nodded as I let go. His eyes avert to Ollie who is standing beside the desk. "Oliver, I am so sorry son," My dad says. Oliver doesn't do or say anything until my father gives him a hug. Oliver's eyes widen and he pauses for second until he hugs him back with tears streaming down his face.
*~*

"We need leads. Ollie, I know you are grieving, but I need to know everything about your sister," I said to Oliver as I spread papers all across the living room floor.

I moved his coffee table so we could both look around at all the evidence so far. I also had my laptop out with the security camera footage ready to be played.

"I don't even know where to start," He mumbled as his eyes stayed in the picture of his sisters body on the floor of her apartment.

"Well, let's think, were you guys close?" I asked him, and he nodded his head.

"Okay, how long as she been in the foster care system for?" I asked again, but he couldn't give me an exact answer. I was starting to get frustrated, I didn't know of anything that could help.

but I do know of someone.

I called him my wingman to try and help Ollie. He was actually not far away which was a good sign so he got here pretty fast. Once the knock on the door happened, I was pleased to get up and answer. As I opened the door I smiled.

"Wes, glad you could come," I sighed and he smiled walking in and setting his bag down beside the door.

"Glad you called," He breathed. I nodded.

"So basically I'm just trying to get as much little information out of him as possible," I said pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Isn't this the polices job?" He smirked.

"The police can suck my ass for all I care," I say as I roll my eyes. He chuckled.

"Fair enough, so where do we start," He said clapping his hands.

As Wes tried to talk to Ollie since they were friends before they moved here, I was going over other evidence. It wasn't until 2:30Am until I found something that didn't add up.

"Wait," I said, my voice booming around the silence room. I took another sip of my beer and then I faced my laptop to both of them. "Watch this,"

I played the video of Lilly walking from the room, and then the one of her entering the room.

"I'm sorry Conor, what are we looking at?" Wes said. I pushed my hair back out of my face.

"Okay, I don't know if I'm going crazy, or if I'm a genius. I get the cameras are from two different angles, but does it not look like she came from one room and went into another?" I asked.

Wes decided to play the videos for a few times before he stopped and sat back against the chair.

"Conor, I think there is a possibility you are right, and if so, whoever did this is a fucking mastermind who really didn't want to get caught," Wes said. I smirked.

"To bad the sons of bitches had a little fault in their plan," I said sitting back and taking another sip from the aluminum can.

"So we are probably closer to finding the killer?" Ollie asked. I smiled.

"I think we will be finding him a lot sooner than we hoped,"
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Hi guys! I am so sorry it took me so long to upstate, writers block is a real disease, but do not fear, Destiney is here!

And better then ever. I will probably be updating this book a lot because

1. It's summer
2. I am procrastinating on reading a book and writing and essay for my AP English class next year:)

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