Friends at night

Chapter 18, Assumptions

"Dio is a vampire."

I placed a palm under my chin to support it as I stared at the page blankly, my own mind finally being quiet. I had a small suspicion of it before but to the point that the other two are also assuming it, I don't feel as dumb.

"It makes sense. Why would he mimic Jackson if he wasn't the same person? Only to take the blame or to expose the existence of the gang? Or of vampires in general?" I said, grabbing my pen and flipping the pages, getting to a blank one.

I wrote the sentence at the top of the page, underlining it. I did a line going about two lines under it to the left, a small dot at the very end before writing. "If we use the vampire hypothesis, we need to find different reasons to why this happened. This is the first one I thought about: He did it to make the gang seem more menacing." I wrote it down, drawing a line under the point.

"But if they did it to expose the gang, they either are stupid for doing something so reckless without anything to cover what happened or either believe that they are strong enough to take on police force itself and want to make it clear that they are dangerous," I said, writing down every single word I said. The two stared at my writing for a few instants before Jackson took the pen out of my hand.

"Excuse me? I need that," I said as I tried to grab it from him. He laughed and shook his head at me before giving it to Kiera. " I'll take the notes from here on unless you are willing to stay near use to read your hieroglyphs all the time." I glared at the woman for a few seconds before turning my body away with a pout.

"As I was saying, if he was looking for attention towards the gang, he got it. But, the question now would be, did the woman have a link with the gang?" I asked. Kiera seemed thoughtful for a few instants before looking up at her student. " Jackson, get the file." She said rather coldly. He nodded and left the room in which they were and headed to get the file.

I sat in silence with Kiera, staring at the paper of the notebook, containing both my messy writing and Kiera's feminine and clean one. " If the woman had a link to the gang, why would she be the victim? What do you think she did?" She spoke up, looking right into my eyes with her cold eyes. I doubt I will ever get used to her gaze, it made me want to squirm in my seat, hide somewhere far away from her due to fear.

"Unpaid debt? Unloyal? Wrong place at the wrong time?" I started to name out various reasons. "One-night stand who didn't work?" I said with a small laugh, knowing how stupid that sounded. I stopped laughing when I realized that she actually noted it down, reminding me that even the stupidest reasons could be a possibility. I looked down at my hands, my fingers were twisting themselves together, a habit I have had since a child when I get uncomfortable.

"The murder wasn't close to being clean, it was a bloody mess," I said, tracing invisible patterns on the table in front of me, trying to think of something else. Kiera put down the pen for a moment and looked at the possibilities at hand. "I have a feeling it was just bad luck, but maybe if you take a look at the file, you might see something we didn't." I nod, a bit surprised and puzzled.

"Why do you think I could find anything different from what you both found? I'm just a normal girl, not a detective with 25 years of experience..." The woman scoffed. "Well, your ideas make sense, as crazy as the situation is right now." She pointed out, looking through the previous pages again.

Jackson came in with a black file in his hands, it was thin, almost looking empty. He placed it in front of Kiera, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched what was going on. She thanked him and slid it to my side of the table, giving me a look that told me to look inside of it.