Chapter 4
Melanie had been driving along almost to the house when she spotted a figure sneaking around.
The shadow turned into another alleyway.
Melanie put the cop car in park having seen the figure resembled the one in the video. She debated on whether to take the gun or not and ended up not taking it. She did have a taser ready and in hand though as she quietly got out the car entering the alley.
The alleyway was still silent until the sound of a buzz came from a phone. It was instantly answered. "Boss, you sure about this?"
Melanie raises her eyebrow staying just out of the males sight. 'who is his boss?' She wonders getting a little closer .
"Alright, understood." The male she tails sighs. The phone hung up and the alley was once again dead silent beside for the light tapping of thumb on phone screen and city sounds from behind.
Melanie bites her lip thinking on whether to take him in or follow him and see where he's going. Sighing quietly she remembers her promise to Maurice and stood up taser directed directly at the man." Put your hands up you are under arrest." She says with authority.
There was silence. "For?"
"The murder of mr. And mrs. Kellmer." Melanie tells him.
"Proof?" The voice challenged, body hidden in shadows.
"You were caught on film sir so I suggest coming quietly." Melanie says keeping from also saying that he wouldn't be asking all these specific questions if he wasn't the culprit.
"How do you know it was me and not someone else?" He scoffed. A small glint in the shadow. A gun, pointing at her.
"If it wasn't you then I wouldn't have a gun pointed at me and you wouldn't be finding loopholes in everything I have spoken." She countered, her voice unwavering; though now she was ready if he decided to shoot.
"Its Gotham hun, what do you expect."
"I expect that if someone is going to claim not guilty of this crime would've just gone with it to prove that it was truly mistaken identity and if one didn't then that normally means that they are the culprit or they have been involved in other crimes." She tells the man. She's beginning to think Maurice was rubbing off on her.
There was another scoff. "Who even listens to the police anymore? It wasn't me, but maybe I did commit something else that your little inspectors haven't figured out. If you're gonna waste time trying to make this world a better place, then kill the fuckers off the street." He hissed.
The gun going off.