Crazy Town

Collaborating

'Have you heard about the latest murder?' Allison asks eagerly as we step out of the elevator, coffees in hand. I shake my head no, 'It happened whilst you and Mr Andrews were away, another male patient was stabbed in the mental hospital' my eyes widen.

'Who could be carrying out these murders?' I mumble. 

'Who knows' she replies, shrugging a shoulder as she takes a seat at her desk putting down her coffee, 'At least no one can blame you or Mr Andrews seeing as you were both out of town' she winks playfully, I roll my eyes at her and enter my office. 

As usual, the blinds are open allowing me to see into his office, he is sat typing furiously on his computer. I gulp down the rest of my coffee before tossing the empty cup in the bin, I sit at my desk and check his schedule...pretty relaxed today, there's no meetings. I go about my daily tasks, not once bothering to look up at Mr Andrews who I can faintly hear yelling over the phone. 

By the time lunchtime comes around, I grab my bag. Mr Andrews is now on a different telephone call, slightly calmer than his last but still looking rather tense, I guess I'm not having lunch with him today. I step outside to see Allison painting her nails a bright red colour, 'Ready for lunch?' I ask. 

She looks up at me and pouts 'I'm sorry, Logan said he would stop by for lunch' 

'The gang leader?' I whisper, she nods. 'No worries, I'll see you later' 

I take the elevator down to the ground floor and walk out of the building, where should I eat? Suddenly Oliver Stevens approaches me, 'Are you on your lunch break?' he asks quickly. 

I nod slowly,  'Um... yes' 

'Come on, there's a lot we must talk about' he says, turning on his heels and beginning the short walk to the main high street, I glance around at the people passing us and not even glancing at us, should I follow him? Oliver looks back over his shoulder 'come on' he yells out to me, I sigh before jogging to catch up with him. 

We are soon seated at a small cosy café each of us with a juice and sandwich in front of us, 'So, what did you want to talk to me about?' I ask him, beginning to eat my sandwich. 

'I have a few questions about when you went to Mr Andrews' house, you didn't answer them when I came to your door' he tells me, I wait for him to continue 'Did he force you to go to his house?' 

'Not really, we returned late from being in another town and it was too late to go the office but we still had some work to do so we went to his home office' I explain, he nods slowly.

'What does his house look like on the inside?' he asks, scoffing down one half of his sandwich quickly. 

'Almost what you'd expect a mansion to look like, not a lot of colour and there was no one else there so I'm sure he lives alone' I shrug a shoulder.

'You're the first person who has ever been to his house' he states, I nod slowly, 'Actually, no, you are the third person' 

I raise an eyebrow at him, he continues 'A couple of years ago two women went into his home, a mother and daughter, they were both offered jobs as cleaners at his mansion but I have never seen them since they started working there, the house that they lived in was sold only a month after they started working there, the rumour was that they were live in cleaners, all their furniture was sold and their personal items disposed of' 

'Really? I didn't see any cleaners when I went there, it was quite late so maybe they were asleep' I think back, Oliver squints his eyes intently. 

'Was there anything suspicious in his house?' he asks, eyes boring into my own. 

I contemplate telling him about the sounds of the chains that I heard, will he even believe me? I decide to take a gamble 'I think so'