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#34 in MURDER-MYSTERY
After a middle aged businessman was found brutally murdered in a high-end restaurant Olivia Summers, a forensic expert working for NYPD, suspects the owner of the restaurant himself. But when the said suspect is a d...
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'Where did you go? Do you know how many times I tried your phone?'
Natasha was the first to interrupt her when Olivia arrived at the precinct. But the years she had spent with her made Olivia guess that it would probably be so. She offered Natasha a watery smile.
'I had to check in with a real estate firm. And my phone is silenced.' Olivia supplied her with a part of the truth.
'Planning to move away from the old hag?' Natasha questioned her playfully.
'Yeah, something like that.'
'Good, it's time you move out. Oh by the way, Tucker was asking for you.'
Olivia's heart skipped a beat.
She had come to a hard decision on her way to the precinct. Despite the insurmountable damage her moral compass had suffered, she had a gut feeling that Keres was telling her the truth. A man as influential as him wouldn't do such a scanty job of concealing his identity when committing a crime. Moreover, she didn't want to create a lasting wound to her relationship with Natasha.
But despite wanting to follow Keres' plan of action, his cryptic instruction told her nothing of how to proceed.
'He was?' Olivia averted her eyes, trying to look unaffected. 'Did he tell you why?'
'No. But I am pretty sure it is about that ex of your friend.'
Olivia refused to flinch at her lie being spoken out loud by her best friend. From afar, she spotted Tucker exiting the interrogation room only to catch her gaze. Olivia suppressed a groan of despair.
'Olivia?'
A rough, gravelly voice called her from somewhere behind her making her turn around. A slender raven haired woman stood a few feet away from the two women. Her was skin pale and waxy like an anemic. Her scratchy voice rang a bell in Olivia's mind but for the love of God, she couldn't place it. Her eyes slid to the leather attire the woman wore which glinted in the harsh white light of the precinct.
Suddenly, her mind pieced it all together.
Someone was leaning on to the walls watching her... long drags of a lit cigarette... black leather outfit that glinted in the faraway streetlight... her hair black... gravelly voice.
'You gave me a scare.'
'Me?'
'Yeah. I'm sorry. A lot's going on in my mind.'
'The name is Anaplekte.'
'Anaplekte...'
Olivia recollected the woman's name in astonishment and confusion. It was the same woman from the alleyway last night; who was the reason behind the ugly bags under her eyes. Her beady black eyes where fixated on hers with a smirk as Natasha looked back and forth in confusion.
