Lady Murder
Chapter 11: The Scene Of The Crime
Bridgette had tried to call Courtney a billion times in the past three hours, but it wasn't working. Courtney wouldn't pick up. Bridgette started to feel sick, and she started crying again.
Amira patted her arm, and Geoff held her closer. They were both concerned for her, but Amira knew they couldn't go on like this. "OK, I'm gonna need you to repeat exactly what happened, what Courtney said, what you said. How did you break her arm?"
Bridgette sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Well," she said, cuddling into Geoff's arms, "I had called her over because I was a bit suspicious of her behavior and everything, and I was mad. And she came over all smiling, but the smile wasn't natural. It was… scary looking. And then I asked her what was wrong, and she tried to act like nothing had happened, and then she said that maybe we never were her friends. Then I broke her arm, and then she told me I was gonna pay."
"OK, well, how did you break her arm?" Amira asked.
"I don't really know." Bridgette squinted, as if trying to remember. "It's not like I was trying to hurt her- I don't even remember doing more than grabbing her arm." She sniffed. "I'm so mad at myself."
Geoff tried to comfort her, but Bridgette just wasn't in the mood. She got out of his arms and walked away, running upstairs.
Amira looked at Geoff and gave him a grave stare. "You know what this means, don't you?"
"What?" said Geoff, his whole body slumped over in sadness.
"We have to go to scene of the crime."
Geoff and Amira drove up to the local grocery, where the crime had been committed just hours earlier. Police tape was wrapped around the store, and a bunch of bystanders stood in annoyance.
"I think that this is getting out of hand."
"Lady Murder needs to be caught. How is she getting away so quickly?"
They made their way through the crowd, finally getting to the closest part of the scene.
"We need to get closer." Amira said, looking around and lifting the police tpe over her head, slipping through.
Geoff's eyes went wide. "Amira-" but she was already slipping away. He sighed and sneakily followed her.
They went into the store, avoiding the police and staying clear of everyone. "Come on Geoff!"
They could see the body from a distance, but there was no telling who it was. "We have to get closer." Amira ran towards the body, and police shouted at her to get away.
Geoff followed after her. Amira had the cop's attention so he slowly walked around them.
Amira, who was being held back by the police, shouted at Geoff. "Who is it? Whose body is it, Geoff?"
Geoff looked at the body, and his eyes went blank.
The body had 5 o'clock shadow, had gained a bit of weight in the past few years, but Geoff could have told you who that was fifteen years from now. It was a face he would never forget.
As the police pushed them out and back behind the yellow police tape, Amira shot Geoff a million questioning looks in one glance. "Did you see it?"
"Yeah," said Geoff, biting his lip.
Amira shook her head. "Did you know who it was?"
Silent tears started rolling down Geoff's face as he nodded shakily.
Amira put an arm on his shoulder. "Geoff… who was it?"
Geoff shook his head, and said, his voice in a eerily quiet whisper, "The dead guy… that was Chris McClean."
A/N: YES! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I'll try to keep up more!
