Murdered with Love ~ Chapter Seventeen ~ Final Update
phishfood1301:
awesome!!!!!!!
KatrinaandTiff:
yeah,good point xTERRIx.What was her mistake.But still a good chapter well done
KateTheSuperKat:
Here's the next chapter. Sorry to have you waiting so long.
Chapter Fifteen
“Easy Val, easy,” I muttered. I let my head rest on the car. “He probably threw it away. And even if he didn’t how big is the change he’ll find out?” I rubbed my eyes and went inside.
*****
Back at his house, Alex was walking through his living, thinking. There was something about this whole case that made him suspicious. The longer he thought about it, the less likely it seemed miss Johnson could have set up this. OK, she attacked her daughter. But she was just getting old and confused. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He stood still when he discovered a paper. Val’s phone number, with the text you know where to reach me. Alex played with the paper. There was something familiar about her handwriting. But that was quite impossible. He rubbed his forehead, and sat down at his desk. Alex started to search through the papers of the case for the second time, when a paper fell on his lap. Murdered with love, it read. Alex froze. He put the two papers next to each other on his desk. The W’s were exactly the same. And the R’s matched too. When he saw the E’s, T’s and O’s were also the same, he quickly reached for his cellphone.
*****
I threw some important things into a bag, and packed some clothes. I his the gun in a shirt, and let my eyes go over the room. There was nothing else I needed to take except for my purse. I cursed myself for being stupid enough to write the Murdered with love papers with my hand. I threw the bag over my shoulder, and ran to the car. The car I needed to abandon as quick as possible, because Alex would certainly know how to find it.
*****
They arrived at Val’s flat just thirty minutes later. When they knocked on the door no one opened. That was a bad sign. Val must’ve known they would come. Luckily they met a woman who had the key of Val’s house. She introduced herself as Lisa, and she talked so much Alex’ ears started to hurt. The other cops didn’t look all too happy either. He was glad when she finally opened the door and they could go inside. They quickly searched the flat. Val wasn’t in the living, but it looked as if she couldn’t be far away. It was quite a mess. There was still a glass coke in the kitchen, as well as a bord. The bathroom was empty too. When he reached Val’s bedroom, he saw clothes spread across the whole room. Val had obviously quickly packed her stuff and left.
Alex sat down on her bed. “The credit card,” he said to another cop. “Block her credit card, and trace her car.” The man nodded and left. Alex didn’t think it was going to help, but it needed to be done anyway. If he were Val, he would go to the nearest bank and collect all his money. And they would probably find the car parked somewhere along the road. He wondered how he could’ve been so stupid. The murderer had been right there all the time. He just didn’t expect it to be Val. Stupid. In the first place he hadn’t searched for a woman at all, till he suspected miss Johnson. A big mistake, since women could kill just as good as men. And in the second place he hadn’t expected the murderer to be someone he knew, someone he even liked.
ktggoodnight:
okay okay i read it whilst i was at work, how can you blame me! i lveo the strory Val is one super pyscho! defintly read the other asap!
KateTheSuperKat:
Thanks, you're not the first with that opinion about Val. :lol:
Here's another chapter, because it took so long to post the previous one. XD
On a side note, next chapter is already the last.
Chapter Sixteen
I dropped my bag on the bed, and went to the bathroom. By now probably everyone in the country knew what I looked like, so it was time to change that. It did hurt to colour my hair though, I’d rather have kept the natural colour. But then again, I didn’t have much of a choice. I hated myself for changing everything that made me really me, but when I was finished I was quite sure most people wouldn’t recognize me anymore. The only thing were my eyes. I should start searching for colored lenses. I quickly changed my clothes and admired the result in the mirror.
Then I picked the bag up again, and left. Outside the car I had rented two hours ago was waiting for me. The car that would never return to its owner. I sat down in the brand new car and started it. It was time to pay an old friend a visit. After this, no one would ever link me to Valentina Johnson again. I wonder what my next name will be. I hope it’s not too ugly. While I drove to Gina, I started to wonder if the police had already found the fake trail I left behind. I grinned at the thought. Hours wasted to follow a trace that didn’t exist. And the best thing was probably I was already far away once they found out I had tricked them.
Just an hour later I arrived at Gina’s. I wondered whether she would still recognize me. I knocked on the door, and an innocent looking woman opened the door. I knew better. Gina was anything but innocent. Compared to her the things I did were practically nothing.
“Can I help you?” she asked suspicious. I would’ve been suspicious if I had been her too.
“Don’t you recognize me?”
“Val!” Gina embraced me. “I didn’t recognize you till you spoke. So you’re tired of Valentina Johnson?”
“You could put it that way, yes.”
“And you want me to get you a passport.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, come in then. But you really need to change your voice a little bit.” I stepped inside.
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