DISCLAIMER: If anyone is stupid enough to think that I wrote Death Note...

She's the detective? I thought it would be a middle aged man in formal clothing. She's younger than me! Liam thought.

"What type of name is 'L'?" Hades said. Only Liam could hear him.

They continued walking outside. Liam had a cool, visable cellphone against his ear.

"I don't know," Liam answered, sighing, as if it was a friend asking if he was going to that party tonight.

...

That night, after dinner, Liam worked, and finished homework, then went to sleep for the night. He had a little piece of the notebook and tiny pencil that he had stuck in his pocket while walking outside, and went to bed with that. Later, he turned in bed a bit, changing his position, which he normaly did, and wrote a few names in the Cahier de Mort (Notebook of Death) that no camera could detect.

...

L grabbed a salt shaker and ate some grains of salt. She had a live video to her laptop of Liam's room. It was a satilite video that Liam could never detect, and it was showing his room through a space in the curtains where the two pieces of curtain met. The picture was very grainy, but showed infra red, and she saw Liam do something. He first moved, and then moved near his hand underneath the blanket.

She took note.

Next day.

It was just after Liam finished lunch that a blue car drove up to his house. A girl was driving. She had green hair, braces (she was smiling), and wore all black except for a studded belt. Liam saw it was L.

"You."

She pressed a button that made the window of the car go down.

"Yeah. I know it's me. It's not something knew." She joked.

"Get into the car," L said.

He got into the car. It will help to know the opponent, he thought.

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer," she said.

"It's you again," he muttered casually, though his thoughts were precise and fast, L thinks I'm the Killa. She's here to abduct me for that. But there is no evidence...

As soon as Liam closed the car door, there were several clicks, more clicks than the usual car makes. Locks.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked innocently.

"You know why. I think you're the Killa."

So she doesn't have evidence, he thought.

She continued, "I have proof." Thinking the same.

He looked surprised for a mili-second that she saw.

Looking from him back to the road she quoted, "Great minds think alike."

"I am not Killa."

"Yeah, you are."

"What's with the costume?" The wig, make-up and braces.

"I like being flamboyant."

She drove them into a parking lot in a tall grey building. Then she pressed a black button by the steering-wheel, and the car locks unlocked.

"Fancy cell A or B?" She asked as soon as they were inside the building, in the elevator.

He did not answer her.