The Case of Rebecca Quin (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2

About an hour later, two men came through the door. They approached Rebecca, and one of them introduced himself.

"My condolences, I'm agent Colby Lopez and this is agent Joe Anoa'í." He was wearing a black leather jacket, underneath a black blouse that was the same color as his pants.

"I'm sorry, mA'am." He was slightly taller than the first man, and unlike his colleague, he wore a white blouse and jeans.

"Thanks." She sobs.

"Has your fiancée had enemies, maybe someone, who wanted to hurt him." Colby asked.

"No, no, I don't think so. He worked as a restaurant manager. He would never hurt another person." She couldn't stop her tears again. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, I will do everything possible to find the perpetrator. Can you show me his room?"

"Yes. Follow me." They went up to the second floor, and he looked around him.

"Where do the stairs at the end of the corridor leads?" this question makes her shivered.

"To the ceiling, but it's been locked there for years." She tried to sound calm, but her heart was racing. Yes, she had emptied the room, but she didn't want anyone to enter it. She was afraid that she had missed something, that this man might find out her secret. They went into their shared bedroom. His scent was still in there. Everything inside reminded her of him. One of his jackets was left on the chair. She picked it up and hugged it. For the first time in her life, she allowed herself to love and be close to someone. The price she paid for this was too high. There was no love left in her heart now, only hatred for the thing that had killed Luke. Her hopes of a normal life died with him. Colby was digging through the dead man's belongings, but she wasn't there. Her thoughts were far away from this room and this house. She remembered all the happy moments, the days when they had woken up and gone to bed together, their walks. All this was already a painful memory.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, I will let you know if there is any development." The two went down together, and he and his colleagues left the house. She took the car keys and drove to Ashley's house. After about half an hour of high-speed driving, she arrived in front of her friend's house. The moment they were both sitting on the sofa, Rebecca broke down and started crying uncontrollably. The blonde embraced her, allowing her to grieve for her pain. It took some time for the tears to stop, and Becky calmed down.

"Where are the things from the ceiling, I have to find this son of a bitch and send him back to hell."

"Everything is in the closet." They both went there together. The Redhead didn't come out all night. She was willing to do anything to find this demon if it was the last thing she did.

Meanwhile, in Colby's office.

"You should see the printout from Sanders ' phone." Joe said and handed it to him.

"If you tell me what I'm looking for, it'll be faster."

"The last text message he received." He quickly leaned back on the last page and read:

"Your order is ready, sir "

"And that's just two hours before he died. Who sent the message?"

"We dug around and found out that he is a locksmith. But why he was there, we don't know."

"Let's go and find out. " Colby took the jacket, and they both left.

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Rebecca woke up with a phone call. She carefully picked it up from the nightstand and answered.

"Yes, please." she said sleepily.

"Good morning, Miss Quin. Sorry it's early, but can we talk about your fiancée?"

"Yes, of course." She got out of bed and started to dress. "But I'm not home, I'm staying with a friend."

"I will wait for you ahead." And he hung up. She got ready as quickly as possible and left. 45 minutes later, she parked in the driveway in front of her house.

"Sorry it took so long. What happened?"

"Can you unlock the ceiling?"

"Wwww-what? Why?" she started to worry about what he was found.

"Your fiancée was at the locksmith's, he was the last person to see him alive. He told me that Luke got a duplicate of the old key. I was surprised at first, but then I remembered that you mentioned that the attic had been locked for years."

"Damn." she thought.

She took a deep breath, and they both went inside, and then went up to the top floor, and she pulled the key out of her bag. With trembling hands, she turned it and the door opened. Colby looked around the empty room.

"You said you haven't come here in years, and there's no sign of dust or cobwebs?"

She began to panic. "Two or three times a year I clean. The last time I went up here was 3 days ago." She very much hoped that he would believe her words. Rebecca felt her blood freeze little by little. Colby leaned over and pulled a small notebook from under the table. Her heart stopped. She didn't know what to do. What should she tell him? She couldn't run away.

"What is it?" he asked with cold look.

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