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Light in the Darkness
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Chapter One
Just as instructions said
The morning approached excruciatingly slowly: the mix of fear, worry, coldness and exhaustion turned every minute into hours. As the first signs of morning light grazed the sky I found my way through the damp forest to the bus stop by the highway - that would guarantee less human contact than the Forks bus station in the center of the town.
Getting into the warm, small bus was pleasant. I was lucky because the driver did not recognize me and the few passengers on board had already fallen asleep in their seats. Needless to say, unlike other passengers, I was too stressed out to sleep, so I hid behind the blanket of my long thick hair and decided to inspect the folder that was given to me by my father.
The word gruesome was too light to describe its contents. There was a bit of everything: financial crimes, trafficking of drugs, weapons and people, torture, murder. I closed and hid it in my backpack before I would regurgitate my breakfast cereal bar.
It was time for another long period of waiting.
In Seattle I was woken up by the driver. I guess, the exhaustion got the better out of me and just before reaching Seattle I dozed off.
I had visited Seattle before with my father but I had no idea where the police station was. I slipped into the tourist information office and grabbed a few different free maps, neither of which held the information I needed. My phone was low on battery and it was not advanced enough to load a map, but I was still able to google the address, which, luckily for me, was in the map.
My legs unusually effortlessly carried me to the police station - I must have been still affected by the adrenaline because normally I was the clumsiest girl in the whole world. I entered the large modern building which was the complete opposite of the police station in Forks. Inside I approached the receptionist.
"Excuse me?" she lifted her uninterested brown eyes at me and looked my tired, a little shaky form down.
"What can I help you with?" Her voice was empty, a little judging. I did not know what was her problem because the main idea of her work was to help people, give them directions etc.
"I need to speak to a homicide detective or the captain." I repeated my father's instructions. She pushed some buttons on the keyboard and answered:
"An officer will be with you in a minute." Suddenly anger filled me.
"I don't need an officer, I need a detective or the captain." my voice was rising. Suddenly I felt the cuffs of the security guard on my wrists. He was holding me down as if I was a threat and tears of anger and fear started falling from my eyes.
"Uncuff her, Ulley. Look at her, she's not a threat." A strong velvety male voice came from behind us. His perception of me angered me but I was grateful for the man's help.
"Please, I just need to see a detective or the captain." My voice was barely a whisper.
"I am detective Cullen." the same velvety voice said and for the first time he came into focus: he was young, tall, his long face was very sharp, masculine, he had a disarray of bronze on top of his head and his scorching eyes were the deepest shade of emerald green. "Give me a guest pass, Jessica." He ordered the administrator/receptionist and she followed his orders tight-lipped.
He showed me the way to the interrogation room.
"What's your name?" he asked but I was caught of guard by my lifeless face in the one-sided mirror. He obviously noticed me staring at the mirror and added. "No one's in the observation room. And even if someone was, the mic is off."
I shook the dreadful feeling off.
"Bella."
"Just Bella?"
"Isabella Swan."
"Do you want to report a crime, Bella?"
"My father sent me here." I was whispering. "He.. He..." I gasped for air.
"Is he alright?" he sat across from me and pushed a glass of water towards me.
"I don't know." I breathed out while analyzing a plain metal table in front of me.
"Why did he sent you here?"
"He woke me up in the middle of the night," I tried to start at the beginning. "told me to dress up and take the morning bus to Seattle, he told me to bring this file to the police station and give it to a detective or the captain." With my shaking hands I pulled out the file out of my bag and handed it to the detective.
"It' a police case folder." detective Cullen looked at me with curiosity.
"Charlie's a cop."I stammered. "Chief of police."
"Charlie is your father." he clarified.
"Yes." I answered and took a big gulp of water as the detective started looking through the folder.
His eyebrows narrowed more and more with each page.
Suddenly he stood up. "Follow me." he ordered, leading me out to the waiting area. "Wait here, I need to speak to the captain."
From where I sat, I could see captain's office. The wall was glass so I could see that detective Cullen and the Captain were having a heated conversation. A moment later, detective Cullen left the office and entered another office which probably belonged to him. My eyes never left him as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. A few phonecalls later he exited the office and started coming towards me. His sharp eyes were gentle and held a hint of sadness.
"I am so sorry," he was trying to soothe me and I knew what was coming, "but your father was found dead at your home in Forks."
My world crumbled into darkness.
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