Las Vegas, Nevada, 1990
Spencer's p.o.v
"Look Elle all I'm saying is that these murders are connected!" I said under my breath as we left the Las Vegas high school Elle attends. I'm in collage but Elle's my roommate and she doesn't like walking back to our flat alone.
"Spence you've got no proof." She replayed angrily, I've been trying to convince someone that these cases are connected but they won't listen. I guess I thought Elle would. We were friends since…well dippers and I thought she might listen. "You sound like a loony Spence. Look I'm gonna go to the mall to see Kate. See you at the flat."
I should have known something was off… Elle never went anywhere alone. I decided to go to the library.
Elle's p.o.v
I had been at the mall for half an hour but Kate never showed. I left and started to walk home, it was nearly 60 degrees outside, despite it being October. My brown hair was falling in my eyes so I couldn't see that clearly. My hair is short but the bangs needed cutting. I'll ask Spencer to do it when I get back. He's a good friend and supper smart but he can think of some crazy stuff every now and then. I was about a mile from the flat when I felt it. Some sort of coldness that chilled me to the bone, the type you never want to feel. Suddenly there was a hand over my face and a knife to my neck.
"Scream or struggle and I'll slit your pretty little neck hear and now." That was the last thing I remember before it all went black.
Spencer's p.o.v
When I got home it was already dark. Elle should have calmed down a little since this afternoon, and the library was closed. So I decided it was safe (ish) to go back to the flat. But when I got there, something was wrong, Elle wasn't there. I walked around the flat a little, looking to see if she'd gone out for the night, but there was nothing there.
The next day, Elle still wasn't in the flat. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't call the cops, because of my living situation. I threw on some dark jeans and a band t-shirt, and quickly brushed my teeth. I looked quickly in the mirror and saw my hair needed cutting, "Elle usually douse it." I thought quickly before leaving.
I headed for Elle's high school, it was Saturday so no one was there but me. I started to retrace ells steps to the mall from the school and from the mall to the flat. On my way back to the flat, I came across an ally way. On the floor next to an open dumpster was ells bag, and a cloth, it was dirty and old but had some blood and some sort of chemical on it.
"HAY!" I heard suddenly. Turning around I saw a beat cop. "what you doing down there?" I started to panic slightly.
"Nothing?" I said a little too quickly, sounding more like a question than an answer. He looked at the cloth and bag before saying.
"Is that blood?" I just stood there like a catatonic fish, my mouth opening and closing. "Son, I think you need to come down to the station." He took my arm and led me to his car.
Half an hour later I found myself in an interrogation room at LVPD (Las Vegas police department) precinct.