Oh, Hi Officer // h.s ✔️

XI

Amara Winters' POV
One, seven, a dozen. Things were extremely confusing and unclear, but Harry and I just decided to try and get a little closer to the truth. We now had three suspects, and we were more than happy with the progress we made in ONE DAY. It took Niall and Harry two and a half years. Things just didn't make sense at all.

"Hi, my name is Officer Styles from Holmes Chapel's police station. I'd like to talk to you about a private matter, are you at home right now?" Harry was on the phone, calling every suspect, one by one, to ask for a chance to meet up and talk.

"Oh, yes that would be great. Twelve o'clock? My partner and I will be there." He hung up and turned towards my curious self.

"We're gonna meet Dan Wilson at his house tomorrow, at noon. I'll call Eddie Smith now." Harry said, moving onto the second suspect we had. Obviously Dan Wilson was the number one suspect, because he bought a dozen of wine bottles, then came Eddie Smith with seven bottles, and finally came Mark Johnson with one bottle. It was almost like a race, oh my god it's sickening that I even thought of that.

"Hello, this is Officer Styles from the Holmes Chapel's police station, is Eddie Smith near?" Harry asked, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.

"Oh, he... I'm so sorry... I didn't know Ma'am... I'm sorry for your loss... Thank you." Harry stumbled over his words, clearly not expecting what the person on the other side of the line said. I understood as well and my face went pale.

"Eddie Smith died two years ago, an overdose of alcohol and drugs," Harry explained and I nodded with sympathy in my eyes. He then typed in the last number and took a deep sigh before placing the phone against his ear.

"Hello, this is Officer Styles from the Holmes Chapel's police station, am I speaking to Mark Johnson?" Harry asked and he fell silent for a few seconds.

"Yes, I would like to ask you some questions, is there any chance for us to meet up?" Silence.

"Yes, that would be great, what's the address?" Harry asked before writing it down underneath Dan Wilson's address.

"We will be there in fifteen minutes," Harry said before hanging up the phone.

"Come on." He said as he grabbed his coat and rushed out of the building. I quickly followed him behind, mouthing an 'I'll explain later' to a confused Jane sitting behind the front desk.

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We stood in front of an old looking-house, it wasn't luxurious nor modern, but it wasn't of bad quality either. Harry and I stood on the front porch as Harry stepped forward to knock on the door. It soon opened and an old lady opened the door, her chubby face showing absolute shock, her cute eyes filling with fear.

"May I help you Sir, Ma'am?" She croaked out, looking at the badges that we held up. We weren't wearing our uniforms, as it might look a little threatening towards the people we were gonna interrogate.

"We're here for a Mark Johnson?" Harry said and she nodded, opening the door further.

"Follow me." She said before making her way to, what looked like, the living room. An old man with glasses on the tip of his nose was reading the paper and I stepped forward.

"We're from the Holmes Chapel's police station and we would like to talk to you, Mr. Johnson."