The day of love became that of blood, when the hands promising life gifted poison.
Officer Michael Fraser is on her first case. Having minimum clues, weird suspects, and an annoying new officer hindering her work, solving the case isn't easy.
The p...
"Like the person whose photo I showed you. That Jane Weld?"
"Yes," he grumbled lowly.
"Are you sure she was your girlfriend?"
He gave her a look saying Seriously.
That was the most disrespectful he had been, after he had been seated in the car for the short ride back to the house.
The car seemed to have shrunk considerably, owing to his large presence. But other than him smelling like alcohol, he did not prove to be a nuisance.
Still, the car ride was oddly quiet, with only Michael repeating the same question, and him answering curtly.
Only when the car came to a halt did Michael realize the general procedure.
"What's your name?"
"Colton Shade," he said, glad in the change of question.
She asked him a few more questions. He was in his early thirties, and worked in a small company.
His looks were deceptive and Michael concluded that he was bearable.
They entered Weld's apartment. Colton's eyes widened as he took in the sight of so many police officers.
His shock soon gave way to concern. He furrowed his brows," Where's Jane? She seems to be in a hell lot of trouble."
Michael realized that she had forgotten to break him the news.
"I'll tell you in private," she told him gently.
Once they were seated in her makeshift office, she decided to tell him. "Jane Weld was murdered two days ago."
His face paled. Shock etched across his features. "What?"
She sighed,"Jane's dead. I'm investigating her case."
His eyes brimmed with tears. Michael passed him some tissues.
He looked down and said nothing so she continued her questions.
"How did you meet? Since when were you dating?"
"We met a month ago, on a website. She called me on to her house and..."
"So you live here with..." I trailed, looking around the expensive and well furnished apartment.
"My mom," said Jane, which drew my attention back to her. She wore a black slinky dress, and looked gorgeous.
Still, being here felt wrong. "Are you sure you are 27?" I asked, though I knew she was by looking at her.
But her innocent blue eyes said the contrary. I would rather not discover that his date was a horny teen he met on a website.
"Yes," she answered curtly," what do you think?" She sounded offended. She examined him critically.
It made me self conscious. I automatically started thinking about my looks.
I was far from the modern idea of good looking. Though, women have called me attractive in a "primal" way, but I doubt that it's a compliment.
"You live with a parent, and you look innocent enough. I would hate to find out that you are some rich youngster searching for some fun."
At that she fumed silently. She stood slowly. I was about to begin apologising when his eyes widened.
She slowly climbed up the table and crawled towards me. Her black dress rode up revealing white thighs. I forced my gaze upwards, only to look directly into stormy blue eyes.
A hot breath hit my face. A perfectly manicured hand came up and closed my gaping mouth.
"Looks are deceptive. Neither am I a teenager, nor anywhere near innocent," she stroked my cheek.
I shranked back, but not before inhaling her rosy perfume. She laughed softly.
"You," she said," for instance, are the sweetest guy I've ever met."
I came back to my senses and pushed my chair back. "Why do you live with your mom?"
Annoyance swirled through her blue eyes. "She'd rather not have me alone. She's overprotective, thinks I'm a sweet innocent girl."
"Then change her perspective."
She thought for a moment. "It's difficult," she said simply.
"If you don't have the guts for that, I think you should refrain from bringing strangers to her house when she isn't home."
"I don't bring anyone here. You are the first," she soothed him.
I couldn't help but feel a little honoured. "And the last," he stipulated.
She dropped herself on my lap, startling me. "You give me a new start," she said and connected our lips.
And a start it was. (Edit- 20/4/19)
It was not wrong to say that it were one of the best days of my life.
We acted like love sick teenagers. Texting, meeting up, having long talks on the phone.
It was perfect. Until that day...
I was at the supermarket, running errands. That's when I saw her- kissing some other guy.
He was a bit older than me, with the assertive aura of a rich man.
My blood boiled. All these days spent together. Was it just a lie?
My body shook with raw fury. I didn't know what to do. I started avoiding her, not knowing what to do.
I started observing her closely. Now that I thought, a lot of her behaviour was suspicious...
She was cheating on me. I was sure of it.
On Valentine's Day, she called me on a date. And I knew I had to end it. Even if my suspicions were wrong, she was a pretty manipulative person.
So I reached her house. The door was open so I came in. The shower was running. She must be getting ready.
I went to sit down on the couch, when something caught my eye.
A man's shoes.
That was it. I stormed out of the house. But not before leaving a note-
"You shouldn't have cheated." ______________________________
Please bear with me for some more time, the good part is coming up.
Next update would be next week on the same day (Friday).
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