lucifer's daughter

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖜𝖔

Chloe knocks on the door that has the number 1103 placed onto the wall next to it. We wait in silence for a few seconds until the door opens, revealing a young caucasian female. Why do all of these influencers look the same? The lack of diversity indeed shows. 

"Can I help you?" 

"Yes," She pulls her badge out of her pocket. "I'm Chloe Decker, Detective for the LAPD. We were told that Daniel Prescott is currently residing here. Is he home at the moment?" 

Having trouble forming a sentence, the girl begins to take uneven breaths, "I'm Nicole—the owner of this condo. I think you're mistaken—I live here alone–" 

She interrupted when a loud thud could be heard coming from the apartment. 

"May we come in, Miss?" I ask. 

Who now I'm assuming is Miss Henderson, starts to panic as she turns around to face the inside her home quickly. She then turns back to us. "Do you have a warrant?" 

Chloe digs into her back pocket and pulls out the search warrant, showing it to Nicole. She then steps to the side as an invitation for us to come in, and I follow Chloe into Miss Henderson's home. The interior of her condo is exceptionally vibrant. The walls were littered with pop art, and her walls were painted with bright colors. It takes me by surprise and causes my eyes to squint automatically. 

"Whoever this girl hired as an interior designer needs to be fired immediately," I chuckled to Chloe. 

She elbows my side, which causes me to wince. The Detective then looks up at me, grinning at my comment. 

Nicole stands to the side, her anxiousness perfuming the air. Any mortal could tell that she had something to hide. 

Chloe and I began to wander around the condo, carefully checking every room. As I entered the primary bedroom, I immediately sensed another presence. I peered into the walk-in closet— nothing. I checked the attached bathroom. 

Nothing. 

I almost gave up until I noticed the bed. The mattress seemed to move as a result of something sqirming underneath it. With one hand, I lift the large futon off of the bedframe and find a terrified Daniel staring at me in fear. I pull Daniel out of his position on the frame with my free hand and dropped the mattress back onto its place. I drag him out to the living room to present my findings to Chloe. 

"Found him!" I exclaimed with glee, dropping the boy on the couch. 

"Danny–" 

"Enough with you," I interrupt Nicole. 

Chloe walks out of the guest room and seems unfazed as she stands in front of a petrified Daniel. "Daniel Prescott, I presume?" 

"Yes..." He lets out. 

"Care to tell us why you were hiding?" 

Daniel's breathes become uneven, "I swear I didn't do anything! I'll tell you whatever you need to know." 

This is way too easy. 

"Do you having any involvement in Alexander Gonzalez's murder?"

"No, I swear. It was all Tina! She's been expressing her frustration and hatred for him for weeks." 

Chloe and I look at each other in shock. 

"It's true," Miss Henderson adds. "She was always jealous of Alex's sudden rise to fame when it took her years to grow in following. She only dating him for the clout, that's all."