Dean
"I'm on a highway to Hell!" I sing along to the song that's now playing. "Highway to Hell!"
Sam has his hands clasped over his ears.
"Can you turn the radio down?" he asks, annoyed. "My head hurts like Hell."
I turn the volume knob and it gets quieter in the car.
"We're almost there."
We drive through a street, just a few blocks away from S Fulton PI.
"It's time that we're getting closer, we've been driving four and a half hour over a few blocks," Sam says while rubbing his hands over his head. "And that traffic didn't help very well."
I nod, there was a lot of delay on our way here. The traffic was completely jammed and there was a traffic jam that we were stuck in for like two and a half hour. It didn't really bother me; I had good music to listen to.
"We're there," I say after a short time and then I stop the car.
We're standing right in front of the house where Josh Grace used to live.
I ring the doorbell and after a few moments it opens. A young blonde stands in the doorway. She opens her mouth and blinks two times.
"Hello, can I help you?" she asks and she leans on the door frame.
"I'm Frederic and this is my partner Hendric," I say, while looking for my fake ID. "We're FBI, can we ask you a few questions about your boyfriend?"
We show our badges and then the blonde steps aside so we can go inside.
We walk into the hallway.
The walls are painted lemon-green and mint-blue.
The lemon-green is almost the same color as the girl's eyes.
"Take a seat in the living room, I'll get you something to drink."
She's got to be the first who doesn't say that they have been questioned already; normally they always mention the real FBI.
"What would you like? Tea, coffee?" she asks from the kitchen.
Sam replies first.
"Coffee for us both, please."
I look around the room.
There are a few photographs from the girl and Josh Grace being happy together.
The walls here are all painted light blue and pink. They seem to really like bright colors.
The blonde walks back into the living room with three cups of coffee and she puts one in front of me.
"Oh, how rude of me," she whispers, probably to herself and the holds out her hand. "I'm Eva Smith."
She smiles and shakes our hands.
She's very happy for a girl who lost her boyfriend not so long ago.
"Can you tell us some things about Josh the day before he died?"
Eva moves to sit in a different position and then start to talk.
"He acted just like he did every day. He woke up, took a shower, ate his breakfast," she tells us.
I take a sip of my coffee – she put too much milk in it.
"Did he need to go to work that day, or did he go out with friends? Did he leave the house?" I ask and she immediately nods.
"He had a day off, but he had an appointment with the dentist. Nothing special happened. Later that day, I believe just past nine, he went out to drink with his friends. He would come back home late so I already went to sleep. He wasn't home the next morning to I called the cops. They went looking for Josh."
She doesn't seem as happy anymore and it looks like she is holding back tears.
"What are the names of the friends he went out with that night?"
She thinks about it for a moment and then answers.
"Louis Ferdinand, James Graham and I believe Don Grievers." She takes a sip from her coffee.
"Alright, and where did he go with his friends?" I ask.
Sam didn't say a lot, he was just writing down everything.
"Ehm, I believe he said something like Dulce Sidewalk Cafe. It isn't very close but they were going by car."
Sam writes it down and then looks up.
"And who is his dentist?" he asks.
Eva thinks and then says: "Miss Anzai."
She writes down something and then gives Sam the piece of paper.
"That's her address."
I drink the last bit of my coffee and then say: "Thanks for helping us, Eva."
I lean forwards and shake her hand. Sam does the same after he drank his coffee.
"I'm happy I could help," Eva says and she leads us to the door.
"Bye," she says when we walk away.
When she closes the door and we walk back to the car Sam opens his mouth.
"I know one thing, that wasn't suicide."
I take my seat in the car.
"Yeah, I know that too," I say and start the car.
"Maybe we should take a look at the people that he met that day, don't you think?" Sam suggests.
I nod and get the Impala out of the parking space.
"We'll visit the dentist first, her house is the closest," Sam says.
"All right," I say and I turn the radio on.
"Rising up, back on the street!" I sing and I look to Sam.
"Come sing along, Sammy." Sam looks irritated at me and then opens his mouth.
"It's the eye of the tiger," he – quietly and totally off key – sings along with the song.
"The eye of the tiger!" I – much louder – sing along and so we drive to the dentist.