Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Harry and Whiskey. (3)

"It's definitely gorgeous. Let's get into the gossip, yeah?" He held up his glass for a cheers.

We clinked our cups together, "Let's."

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"What do you want to know first?" I ask, studying his features. The fire made the side of his face turn orange, and I could see the reflection of the flames in one of his eyes.

"Why is everyone in this neighborhood so nosy," Cam stressed, "I swear everyone on the street watches my every move."

Yeah, to make sure you're not a fucking murderer.

"You really have no clue, do you?" I felt amused, "You should have used a different Realtor. You should also fill up your glass, perhaps to the top."

He did as he was told and topped off our glasses, "What, was someone murdered in this place or something?" He chuckled.

"Ah, good guess Cammy boy," I brought the drink to my lips and sipped, watching his facial features contort, "Not just someone. Someones."

"Before you continue," Cam took a big drink and started counting on his fingers, "Never call me Cammy boy again. Someones isn't a word. And what do you mean by someones, anyway? Do you mean more than one person?"

"Try ten women, almost eleven," I muttered into my drink, watching as Cams eyes widened, "The media called him The Abstract A."

"Oh, oh my god I've heard this. I-I-I," he stuttered while trying to find words, "This was a big deal, about a year ago all over the news. Yes I remember now. So you're saying this happened in this house. Where we are right now?"

"The basement, actually. But yes."

"There's a basement?" Cam asked, bewildered, "I had no idea I had a basement... Can you tell me more? I think one of the women escaped, right? That's why you said almost eleven. She ran and got help from a neighbor, but it was too late."

But I was too late. By the time I had ran out of the room, the sounds of multiple gunshots deafened me. He didn't notice, Harry didn't notice. The women, Annabelle... She hadn't ratted me out. I clawed at the front door of the house, it was locked from the outside.

I didn't think of them. I hadn't thought to drag at least one of them with me.

I managed to kick the door open and an alarm blared out, I heard my name being called but I ignored it. I ran. I ran I ran I ran I ran. Run run run. Faster, faster. Don't breathe just fucking go.

The gunshots echoed into the streets of fourth avenue as my legs carried me to the closest house. I ran up the porch and started banging on the door as hard as I could, pleading for help. I was frantic. Tears and mucus flied as I thrashed around.

Mr. Cheng opened the door, surprised to see me. I pushed him inside of his own house and locked the door behind us. I ignored him and ran into the unfamiliar place, grabbing the landline he had hanging on his wall.

"Ms. Aurora, tell me what's going on?"

I ignored him. I phoned the police. It was over.

"Yeah I uh. That was me," I whispered while staring straight into the fire. Cam stayed quiet, yet I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head, "They called him The Abstract A because every woman he had, their names started with an A. The man was obsessed with A's for some reason."

"Do your remember their names?" Cam asked quietly.

I was about to answer when the song came to mind. The song that Harry had made.