Chapter Seven:
For interragating Justin, I had Cody have Duncan do it. After having Izzy throw away the one million dollars to McGorgeous over there, who knew if he still had the same affect on her. So Izzy stayed with Chris in the living room, making sure he couldn't leave (although he seemed amused to watch Justin's interragation). We didn't really get much from Chris. So either he was telling the truth,or a much better actor than we credited him for. So then, it was Justin's turn.
"Alright, Pretty-Boy, you listen here. I ask the questions and you give me the answers." Duncan's voice was rough and he was practically snarling. He should've joined the Police Force. "Now, where's the body?"
"I don't know." replied Justin, he seemed a little aggravated. Well, I would've been aggravated too if I was a suspect. Especially if innocent. But there really wasn't a way of knowing.
Duncan continued belting out at Justin, and I couldn't help but wonder exactly why he was doing this for me. Him and I weren't really close, but I guess since Courtney and I were okay, he and I were alright too? Well threats and such were flying from Duncan's mouth, but Justin seemed to still be cool, calm, and collected. I would've caved under that pressure, sad to say, and I was almost positive that Justin would've too.
"He's innocent." i sighed. I suppose I was being full of myself, my mystery as a piece of Heather's dirty work.
"Okay." Cody said, stepping from the counter, placing a hand on Duncan's choulder. "Thanks, but I think he's innocent."
"Alright, man." said Duncan, nodding, then walking over to nod at Justin as well. Claiming his innocence, I suppose.
"Well, good job. We learned absolutly nothing. Talk about no avail." I sighed, rolling my eyes. "At least we've got the police searching their cars."
*BOOM*
Everyone's attention redirected to the living room where Izzy lay tumbled over, holding our lamp. Also, the apartment door was wide open, with zero trace of Chris.
Chris. That had to mean that he did it. That also had to mean that-for some reason- he heard my voice as well as Cody had. Him hearing me seemed more plausible than Cody though, my only explaination for that would be guilt though.
Duncan had tried to chase Chris down. But, let's face it, Duncan wasn't very fast, plus Chris took the elevator. That though was to the advantage of Duncan, for he was able to jump down the steps and wait for Chris at the elevators down in the lobby, where he took the old man down.
This was probably one of the only times I would run, just to see the fellan meet his maker. In this case is was a deadbeat, egotistical "movie star" vs. a badass juvinile delinquent. I got down the steps just in time to see Chris headlocked with his arms behind his back.
"I don't know how you got passed Psycho Chick back there, but you're not getting by me!" he growled between his teeth as Chris cried out in anguish.
Sirens sounded outside the building, and Duncan's phone rang. It was possibly the call comfirming our theory.
"Yeah," answered Duncan to the phone. "I got him.
The police handcuffed Chris McClean, and Duncan's father came over to speak to Cody.
"We found the caper's blood-drenched shirt in the trunk of his vehicle." he said, holding the same blue shirt I saw in my vision, only tarnished and ruing with dry blood. "But...your fiance's body was not anywhere nearby."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
I fell down, my legs buckled down beneath me, pangs of pain errupting all over my body. Gashes and wounds pounded on my flesh.
I couldn't place what was going wrong. What the hell was afflicting said pain upon me? This unbearable, intensifying pain made something so oddly clear.
"I haven't much time."
"Find him!" cried Cody, gripping Duncan's father's shirt collar. "Find him! Please. He's barely hanging on."
"No worries, son. We'll find him." promised the police cheif. I only hoped it was so.
