White Painted Pebbles

7

***I'm sorry but this chapter is a bit longer than the others! If you like my story please comment because I have no idea if anyone likes it or not lol. Thxx for reading! And hopefully enjoy the rest...***

We knew exactly what brand and shade of paint to look for so David looked for it while I waited at Customer Services for him.

"Got it!" said David, as he walked back to me.

"Excuse me but do you know anyone who has bought this paint in the last week or so?" I asked the blonde worker.

"Uh no! Why would we remember them? And I only started working here so don't start giving me attitude, ok woman?"

What a prick.

"Can I talk to your manager?" David asked her.

"Why? Who do you think you are? The police?" she replied. We showed her our badges.

"We are part if the FBI and we're investigating a murder so if you don't mind, can I talk to your manager?"

She stared at us with wide eyes before pressing a button behind her. The manager came a few minutes later.

"What is the problem?" he said. His face was dripping with sweat. Like he did something bad. Something wrong. Something...illegal.

"We found that in a recent murder, one of your products were used. This paint was used by the murderer and we would like to know if anyone has bought this product in the last week or so." I waited for a response but the manager didn't respond.

"Well?" asked David. But the manager just shook his head.

"A murder? A crime in our town? Who would have thought? I'm sorry but we don't tend to memorize our customers as they're are thousands of them daily!"

We were at a dead end. But wait. Cameras.

"Don't you have any cameras?" I asked.

"Actually yes! I may be able to remember the person who bought it!" the manager replied. This is it. This is the moment that we've all been waiting for!