A/N: SOOOO sorry I'm two days late. I blame my school. Anyways thank you for the wonderful reviews. I here have another chapter for you, so enjoy my lovely readers.:)
(Clare POV)
"Mom, calm down. I'm almost there." I said through my phone, trying to calm down my panicked mother.
I was on my way home from grocery shopping when my mother phoned me and told me my father wasn't answering the phone. My mother has always been very protective of us.
"Yes…don't worry I'll call you-…okay mom bye." I closed the phone before she can yell at me anymore.
I made my way through the door and was welcomed by the eerie quiet. I dropped the two bags of food on the ground and started to make my way through the hall way.
"Dad?" I yelled through the house. There was no respond. I suddenly felt my heart beat picking up. My breathing was pacing. I looked in the living room and was frozen by the sight.
Lying down on the floor was my father. His brown eyes were empty, no light in them. His mouth was set in ajar. A pool of blood was surrounded underneath him.
My heart stopped beating, my eyes were burning, everything was going too fast. My breathing was racing.
"Dad!" I screamed as I ran to his side. I kneeled down beside him, trying to feel a heartbeat, even though I knew there wasn't. My eyes were blurry from the tears streaking down. I screamed until my breaths turned into gasps. My hands were shaking as I went for my cell phone. I dialed the numbers without feeling. I brought the phone to my ear.
"911 what's your emergency."
"Help! Help! My d-dad…..h-he's not wak-king up. Send an ambulance please!" I screamed.
"Ma'am hold on, I need you to repeat-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET AN AMBULANCE OVER HERE!" I threw the phone and looked back at my dad.
"Dad. I love you. Please…wake up." I whispered as I rested his head in my lap.
I bolted up from my bed, breathing heavily and sweat dripping from my body. It was still pitch black in my room. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to calm down. Why did I dream about my father? I haven't dreamt about that night for three years. Why now? I lye back down, even though I'm nowhere near tired, and look up at the ceiling.
I walked to my office that morning, to see Alli waiting by my door. She pushed herself off the wall and took in my appearance
"You look awful." she said while scanning me from head to toe.
"Good morning to you too." I remarked sarcastically.
She looked at me. "Someone didn't get that much sleep. What happened? You found out that you are in love with Elijah Goldsworthy and want to have his babies." she chirped jokingly.
I gave her an angry look. All signs of joking vanished from her features. Her face turned serious. "Hey. Are you okay?"
I sighed and said, "Peachy. Now is there something you got for me?"
"Actually yes I do. F.B.I is on line for you."
"F.B.I?"
She nodded. "Line 2 on your phone."
She smiled at me and walked past me. After entering my office, I closed the door and rushed to the phone. I picked it up and said,
"Detective Edwards."
"Detective, hello this is F.B.I Guthrie, I have some information on the witness from Fitzgerald's murder."
"Oh good, what is it?"
"Well I found out his name. Its Adam Torrez."
Everything paused. Adam Torrez. But that's impossible, Torrez was with Goldsworthy all night. At his place. Something is not adding up. I must've blanked since I didn't respond on my end.
"Detective?"
"Sorry, thank you Federal Guthrie. Please let me know if you find anything else on this case."
"Will do Detective. Goodbye."
The dial tone buzzed through the phone after he hung up. I plopped the phone back on my desk and exited my office. I know where to find Torrez. Alli Checked out if he was a plausible alibi for Goldsworthy, so she would have to know where he lives. I found Alli near the main desk, searching through papers. I made my way towards her.
"Hey, remember when the other day when you checked to see if Goldsworthy's alibi was true?" I asked eagerly.
She looked confused for a moment but responded, "Yeah."
"Well I really need to find out where he lives, its important."
"Okay, I have his file right here." She rummaged through the folders the pulled out one from the middle.
I skimmed through it and noticed he lived on 1437 Queen street downtown. I handed her back the folder and bolted out of the department. I slid in my car and made my way to Queen street.
The house was on a busy street so I had to park a couple blocks down in an opened spaced lot. I exited my car and walked to the house. Once there, I knocked a few times. The door slowly opened to a male about my height, with brown hair and blue eyes. His features looked more feminine than male, and his jeans and sweater was baggy on him.
"Can I help you?" asked the same deep but soft voice that was on the phone with me last night.
"Hello, I'm Detective Edwards. I talked to you on the phone last night."
His face suddenly scrunched up. His eyes turned dark and weary. "Oh yes of course. Come in." He motioned.
I thanked him and entered the house. He led me straight to the living room and sat down on the couch. He motioned me to sit down as well. I did.
"Listen I'm sorry about last night…but I had somewhere I needed to go." He apologized.
"Its fine, I just wanted to know what you saw the night of the murder?"
He looked down and drew in a deep breath. "Well I was picking up some videos, since my friend was over and I wanted to watch some movies," he paused, "then I saw Bianca, Owen, and Fitz going into that club."
"Is that all you saw?"
He nodded. "Yes, nothing more."
I sighed and stood up. "Well thank you for your time. I should get going."
He shook my hand and led me out. I don't understand something. If Adam went out between the time Fitzgerald went into the club, then it could give Goldsworthy time to sneak out and make his way to get Fitzgerald. God. This is so frustrating! Footsteps behind me, brought me out of my trance. I was almost near my car, so I was in the deserted open spaced lot. I kept walking but had an eerie feeling the footsteps were following me. They were becoming more rapid. I reached for my gun and spun around. There was no one there. I looked around the opened space but only saw trees around the edges, blowing against the wind. I moved in a circle with my gun pointed. Something hard pounded me in the head, and I went flying to the ground. I lifted my throbbing head and felt blood trickle from my for head. I looked around and felt someone grab my arms and pull me over to face them. He was wearing a ski mask, and all black. I noticed my gun was out of my hands. He pinned my arms down and sat on me. I tried to squirm out but to no avail. I lifted my knee and socked him square in the crotch. He groaned in pain and fell to the side. I scrambled up and tried to find my gun, but when I turned around I noticed he was running; towards my gun. I sprinted to my car and got in. I pushed my keys in the ignition and slammed on the gas. I saw him pick up the gun and started shooting towards my car. I sped my way onto the street; where other cars were driving. I was panting and confused on what happened. I needed to get to the station. Fast. My phone started buzzing in my pocket, I picked it up immediately.
"Yeah?" I breathed.
"Clare, its Alli I need you at the hospital."
"Why?"
"Bianca Desousa was attacked last night."
Fuck. "Okay, I'll be right there."
I snapped my phone shut and sped to the hospital.
I made my way to room 209, where Bianca was staying. My head was still killing me, but the blood dried on my for head. I entered the room to see Bianca Desousa sitting in a hospital bed with iv's hooked up to her. Her face was marked with scratches and bruises and her left arm was in a cast. Alli was sitting beside her bed. Once she heard me, she looked up and looked alarmed. She jumped out of her chair and looked right at my for head.
"What happened to you?" she touched the cut gently, but I still winced from the pain.
"Not right now." I pulled away from her and went to Bianca's bed.
"Bianca can you tell me who did this to you?" I asked.
She looked from the window, and I noticed her right eye was as swollen as a golf ball. Her lips were puffy with dry blood and the rest of her face had the scratches and bruises I noted before.
"I don't know, he was wearing a mask." she responded shakily.
Suddenly my memory went back to the man in the ski mask. "Mask? As in ski mask, wearing all black?"
She nodded slowly, confusion written on her face. "How did you know?"
I inhaled then exhaled slowly. "Because I think I was attacked by the same person this morning."
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