Detective Malik (Z.M Fanfic)

Chapter 19.

We all quickly get the door to the ground open and climb down the ladder. Just like Harry had said, we find ourselves in a tunnel. We walked for a good solid 20 minutes in complete quietness. I was the one leading the way since I'm the detective. Behind me Louis and Harry were holding hands and Liam was in the back. Harry's memory ran through my mind. They were underneath that basement. Drake was too.. But why would the murder drag them all the way to the flat. Most importantly who owns the flat?

"Louis?" I question cutting the silence.

"Yes Zayn?"

"Didn't Robin say he owned these apartments?"

"Anne said she didn't know anything about that, well she said he didn't but Robin never denied it.."

"Oh." I say forwarding my eyebrows together in concentration. There's something I'm missing.. But what?"

"Detective, do you really think Robin would be the one to harm my friends and I?" Harry asks.

I look at him then look back to the front. "I don't know Harry.. But it's a possibility."

"No." Harry says shaking his head. "It wasn't Robin no.. The man who got us had a much deeper voice..and.. Never mind."

"What is it Harry?" I ask walking slowly now. He looks down at the floor then back at me. "The man had an American accent."

"Who would have an American accent?" Louis mutters to himself. "We know no one so far with that accent.

I think long and hard. Suddenly it clicks. The man at the bar. "Holy shit." I mutter.

"What?" They all say in unison. "I think I finally might know who the killer is."

"What?" Liam questions with wide eyes. "It's impossible, no one could solve it." Liam says. "I don't mean I didn't have faith in you I mean.."

"Don't worry Liam I get it." I interrupt him. He smiles at me. "Louis?"

"Yeah?"

"You never really finished telling me about it.. That night."

Louis gulps. Remembering the night of his attack. "I don't think this is the best time to discuss this Zayn." He says motioning around the tunnel we're still walking through.

"I... Okay." I say scratching my neck. "But anyway I'm not positively sure if I actually know who this stalker or killer might be.. But I have a suspicion under someone." I say more to myself.

"Harry how much longer until we get there?" Liam asks a few minutes later.

"Awhile longer.. Maybe a few minutes.. It took Niall and I awhile even though we were running."

We all nod.

Ten minutes later we finally reach the end of the tunnel, with a ladder leading to the surface. I'm the first one to climb out. As I finally look at my surroundings I finally notice where we are.

The clearing behind the manor.

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*Liams Flat; 7:30pm*

After we found ourselves in the clearing behind the manor we quickly got back to the flat of Louis and I's. All our stuff was still there nothing touched. The door in the wall was still closed.

We didn't bother spending much time in the flat. We got the boxes and bolted through the door. Harry went back to his own flat awhile ago, and Liam is in his from taking a nap. Right now Louis and I are down in Liam's living room just talking about the events that took place earlier in the flat.

"I don't know Zayn, the records clearly say that Robin owns the flats." He says taking a spoonful of cereal and shoving it into his mouth."Maybe it was just kept as a secret from Anne."

"But why?" I mutter.

"To make more profit? Maybe it's his own pocket money he makes and doesn't want Anne to know?" Louis says.

"I guess.. But why would he rent that same flat to each and everyone of those detectives which so happens to be the same flat where Harry and his friends were held captive?"

"Maybe he's the killer?"

"Maybe.. But we need solid proof." I sigh. "Hey so about the night when you got attacked.. What happened anyway?"

Louis sighs and looks at me with his big blue eyes full of terror of remembering that night.

"I.. I remember going to bed." He starts off. "Some how during that night I heard that beeping noise once again and I instantly wake up. Then I saw a shadow walking through the hall. I knew it wasn't you because you would've turned on the hall way lights or something. I get up from the bed and walk slowly and cautiously down the hallway. I came to your room and saw you were sound asleep in bed. I thought I must've been seeing things, so I walked back over to my room. As I walked inside suddenly someone closes the door behind me and I look back meeting face to face with the ski masked guy and that's when I called for your help and he started viciously stabbing me. I tried to fight back but he was too strong.. I called you once again. I heard you get up from your bed but the man hid inside the closet and left me there in the corner. I was barely alive.. I mean I couldn't feel anything but the pain."

I look at him with watery glossy eyes. I quickly rub my eyes and turn back to face him. "Louis did he speak at all to you?"

"I think so.."

"What did he say to you?"

"He said 'this will be a warning for Malik to back out of the case or else.' That's pretty much."

"What was the accent?"

"A-American."

I nod and look down to my lap in deep thought, trying to think of anyone who could possibly have an American accent here. Only one person comes to mind. One that popped into my mind as soon as I heard American accent.

The guy from the bar.

Samuel Joseph.