Murdered with Love ~ Chapter Seventeen ~ Final Update
KateTheSuperKat:
Yep. I have included those rounds as special updates in the sequel, that I'll post as soon as this is finished.
Sam the T-man:
Ooh, right! Look forward to seeing it :)
sjam:
totally love this!!
KateTheSuperKat:
Glad you do. ^^
Also, sorry, I have the feeling a couple of the pics died in the months since I took them, and they're not on my computer anymore.
Chapter Eight
"...and that's why I assume they are murdered by the same person." Rivers finished an incredibly long and boring speech.
"Sorry?" Alex, who had been staring at the young boy on the ground, had only heard the last part.
Rivers sighed and pushed something in Alex' hand. A paper. With a bad feeling Alex unfolded it. It was exactly what he had expected.
"Yes, it's either our murderer or a copycat," he agreed.
"Nah, it's the murderer himself. No one knows details about the case."
"Maybe they should. Then at least they would be prepared," suggested Alex.
"No. That would only cause panic."
"And the fact a seventeen year old boy is murdered in his own house, with his mother just metres away doesn't cause panic?"
"Shut it, Mill."
*****
"Val, something horrible has happened!" my mother screamed through the telephone.
"What happened, mom? Are the rats back?"
"No, worse! Someone has been murdered!"
"Who?"
"The boy who destroyed my garden!"
"Well mom, at least that won't happen again."
"Val!"
"Sorry. I'm coming."
KateTheSuperKat:
Chapter Nine
"Isn't it horrible?" I nodded. I'd spend the past hour agreeing on how terrible it was that such a young boy was killed, trying not to say 'he deserved it.'
"Yeah mom, it's horrible." Someone knocked on the door.
*****
"Go ask around whether anyone has seen or heard something," Alex mimicked Rivers. "Like anyone would notice something like that." He knocked on the door.
A moment later an old woman opened it. No one in the past three houses had seen or heard anything, and Alex' senses told him it would be no different here. Well, he had to try anyway.
"Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Come in."
*****
Mom came back with the cop I met a few nights ago. What a coincidence. He greeted me and they both sat down.
"Have you heard or seen anything last night?"
"No, sorry. I'm a bit deaf."
"OK. Do you know if the victim had any enemies?"
"I don't think so. He wasn't very popular among us, but no one would kill him... Do you have you any idea who did this?"
"No..." He replied, a bit uneasy. "But this may very well be linked to another case." They know nothing. I smiled.
"Shall I take you out?"
*****
"I'm sorry I didn't call back. I've been busy lately." To be honest, he had forgotten all about their meeting.
"It's OK. I know what I needed to know." Alex frowned and watched her go back into the house.
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