Murder was the Case they Gave Me

Chapter 3

"They said he had a bit to drink, he probably just wandered off while packing things up and got lost," Adrianna said.

It's been two days now since Eli has been missing, and, so far, we haven't heard a single word about him.

The door opened, and Henry walked in with some food.

"I got you some coffee and pasta," he said. "Your favorite comfort foods."

"I can't have coffee, Henry, I'm pregnant," I said. "No caffeine."

"Have you decided what you're going to do?" He asked.

"No, I don't know yet," I mumbled. "I don't know what to do."

"The lead detective is coming over any minute now," Adrianna said.

"Is it already two?" I asked.

She nodded and I grabbed the pasta. The doorbell rang, and I whined unhappily as I set the food tub back down. I opened the door and saw a man standing on the porch dressed in an officer's uniform. He was tall and buff with dark skin and a black buzzcut.

"Officer Jackson?" I asked.

"You must be Miss Robinson," he said.

"Emma," I said. "Y-you can just call me Emma."

"Hello, Emma I'm Officer Jackson, lead detective on your husband's case, Eli Thompson," he said.

"He's my fiancé," I corrected.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, you mind if I look around?" He asked.

"It's fine," I said.

I watched from a short distance as he looked around in cupboards, at pictures and inside Eli's song notebooks.

"Does Eli have any enemies?" Officer Jackson asked.

"No, everyone loves him," I said. "He's the sweetest, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He doesn't even like getting into arguments with people over the simplest things like what shoes to wear."

"Was the music he made controversial?" He asked. "Provoked certain groups of people?"

"No, mostly music about life, never mentioned anything controversial, never put a stance on anything," I said. "It's only his first country-wide tour, where is he?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I think your fiancé may have been taken," he said.

"Are you serious?" Adrianna asked.

"How? Why? Who did it?" I questioned.

"We don't know yet, but evidence is showing that he was taken," Officer Jackson said. "We're trying to find more evidence about what might have happened."

"But you're going to find him, right?" I asked. "It's been two days. How can he be gone for two days? He doesn't have his phone or anything."

"When did you last talk to him?" He asked.

"Just a few hours before we skyped, right before he went onstage. I remember specifically because that concert venue had a curfew and was starting a little bit earlier than usual," I said. "And then I called him after the concert but he wouldn't answer. I-I needed to talk to him."

"Did he say anything suspicious?" He asked.

"Suspicious how?" I asked.

"Out of character, anything that didn't make him seem like his normal self," he explained.

"No, he was normal," I said. "He was fine and he was happy. He's always so happy and positive. Please, you have to try and find him again, I need to have him here again."