Note: *blink blink* what the heck? Why is someone cussing me out for
something I didn't do? After reading the reviews, I am totally confused. I
didn't kill Faith. why does this guy think I killed Faith? Is he allowed to
cuss me out for no reason? *sigh* I wish people would READ the story
thoroughly. why do I have to deal with this mess? I'm sick, I'm on the
rag, and my school work is piling up ~_~ I totally didn't need a message
like that.
Urg, still sick. that's just great. after 3 years of not being sick, suddenly I'm sick for like a week! ~_~ I hate being sick, esp. because I can't miss school.
Detective Anderson looked over his files on the recent death of Stephanie Fieldman. She was found around 24 hours after she died pulverized in the compactor. However the coroner showed that her death wasn't due to the garbage truck. Apparently she was struck in the skull with a heavy object before she was mutilated. The last person she had met was her editor, he was a suspect, however at the time of the murder he was in the office the whole time. The only other person that was possible was William Dale.
It made sense, Stephanie may have seen something in Mr. Dale's files that were confidential and this was the only way to silence her. ~~~ (William's office)
"Sir, Detective Anderson is here to see you."
"What? Why?"
"He says that you're a prime suspect to a murder."
"What?!"
Sharon shrugged and then asked, "Would you like me to call your lawyer?"
William nodded as he furrowed his brow. "Yes, of course."
"Would you like to speak to him now?"
William hesitated for a second and gave a deep sigh, "Sure. I'd like to hear how I somehow got into this mess."
Detective Anderson bowed slightly to Sharon and entered William's office cautiously. William stood up and waved toward the chair facing his desk.
"Please have a seat."
Detective Anderson nodded as both he and William sat down.
"How can I help you?"
"I would like to ask where you were yesterday around 5:30 pm."
"I was in my office for sometime and later I went to the coffee shop across the street to relax and do some paperwork."
Anderson nodded as he pulled out a pad and jotted down some notes. "I'm going to have to question the shop owner to back up your alibi."
William nodded. "Sure. Um, I'm still a little confused as to what I'm being accused of."
"We suspect that you are involved in the murder of Stephanie Fieldman."
"The reporter?"
"Yes. Now, how well did you know Mrs. Fieldman."
"She interviewed me once."
"How did you react to her scathing article about you and your company?"
". perhaps we should wait until my lawyer gets here. I'm not a liberty to say at the moment."
Anderson frowned as he closed his notepad, "Fine. I won't push, but if you."
William cut him off, "Don't accuse me of something I didn't do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to. Sharon will show you the way out."
~~~
The reporters rushed Anderson as he stepped out of LuminaCorp. Swiftly, the LuminaCorp bodyguards came to his side and helped him navigate through the horde of bodies, microphones and cameras. Detective Anderson suddenly saw one of his colleagues, Eliza, and ran up to her.
"I thought I told you not to leak out anything about the case until we've got the suspects."
Eliza shook her head, " I didn't leak anything. The LAPD chief officer did and so did the TIMEs editor. Now they won't stop hounding us."
The reporters kept pushing forward despite the guard's attempts to keep them at bay. They kept shouting out questions, asking Anderson for a statement or what he was doing in front of LuminaCorp.
Anderson's shoulders fell as he gave a sigh and he turned around to face the reporters. He held his hands up to silence their inquisitions. "We're currently investigating the homicide of reporter, Stephanie Fieldman."
One of the reporters cut in, "Where and when did you find her?"
"We found her at the Recycling compound about 13 hours ago."
"How did she die?" Another cut in.
"We suspect that she received a blow to the skull and her body was dumped into a garbage container near her apartment."
"Why are you here at LuminaCorp."
Anderson hesitated for a second and look at Eliza, who shrugged. Anderson cleared his throat and prayed that he wasn't making a mistake. "We suspect that William Dale may be involved in the murder of Stephanie Fieldman."
The reporters gasped and suddenly the crowd was in an uproar and barraged Detective Anderson with more questions. Anderson shook his head as he retreated to his vehicle and drove away from the crowd. ~~~
Buffy gaped as she watched the live news. She was settling into her room and decided to watch some TV while she put her things away. When suddenly the newscaster announce the live coverage of the murder of Stephanie Fieldman. She had sat down on the bed, drawn into the news. And now, she could feel despair, hate, betrayal, sadness and a gamut of emotions flying through her.
Buffy quickly called Angel Investigations.
"Angel!"
"Buffy? Is that you? What's wrong?"
"Turn on the news."
"Angel ran over to the radio he had and turned to a news station."
He frowned as he heard the news. Then he talked to Buffy again.
"Do you think he's gone back again. to killing people?"
"I don't know. I don't know what's happened to him. Don't you think he would have called us if he woke up?" Angel pinched the bridge of his nose. " I'm. not sure."
"Should I tell the others?"
"No. not yet, we're not sure yet. They said he was a suspect."
"Maybe I should talk to him."
Angel chewed on his lower lip, " I don't think that's a good idea. What if he."
"No. I don't think he did it."
"You don't know what he can do. We don't know him anymore Buffy. He massacred all of Wolfram and Hart. He threatened to kill us and we know he's mentally unstable."
"Fine."
"Just wait for a bit. If things get worse, we'll also investigate."
Buffy nodded. "Okay."
Then Angel said goodbye to Buffy and hung up.
Buffy looked at the phone and fidgeted around the room for a while. During dinner, she could barely eat and she kept spacing out as he mind went a mile a minute. She new that her father disapproved of her behavior and gave him even more reason to take Dawn away, but she couldn't help it.
Finally, that night Buffy broke her resolve and her promise to Angel as she snuck out of the house and headed to William's apartment. She tried to remember as clearly as possible what Cordy told her later about her first encounter with William. Eventually, she found herself in front of a very tall, sleek and expensive building. Buffy quietly snuck around the back and knocked out a janitor who was heading into the building. She quickly changed into his gray jumpsuit. The man at the front desk nodded to her as she passed by. She gave a sigh of relief when she realized that the janitor's name was Alex, which could have been a nickname for Alexandria.
She glanced at the plaque on the sidewall, which indicated that William lived on the 21st floor and headed towards the elevator. When Buffy finally reached his floor, she decided to knock on his door instead of picking it open.
William called from inside, "Who is it?"
Buffy quickly moved away from the peekhole.
William frowned as he saw no one there and thought maybe he was had a package dropped off. He casually started to open the door.
Buffy quickly took this opportunity to kick the door the rest of the way, sending William sprawling on his back. William growled as he picked himself up and reached for the cell phone in his pocket, but Buffy was faster and she kicked it away.
"Who the hell are you?!" William shouted at Buffy.
Buffy frowned, "Don't play stupid with me!"
During their fight Michael had woken up and taken over, now he was pretending that he didn't know Buffy.
"Answer the question."
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Do you know who Cordelia or Wesley are?"
"Who?"
Buffy blanched. "You don't remember."
William threw his hands in the air, "That's it, I'm calling security. Today has been getting worse and worse."
"Did you kill her?"
"Who are you?!"
"I'm Buffy Summers."
"Okay, now why are you so concerned with this case? Are you an officer? Or a detective?"
Buffy gulped, "No."
William frowned, "I'll call the mental hospital while I'm at it."
"Wait!"
"Who the hell are you?! Why is this your concern?!"
"I'm a friend. And I just want to know whether you did it."
"No I didn't."
"Are you."
William cut her off, " I can't believe you have the audacity to walk in here without a warrant and interrogate me! Get out, or I'm calling the police."
"No."
William started to stride toward the phone and Buffy tackled him. William then spun around and shoved her to the floor with so much force that it knocked the air out of her.
"Mrs. Summers, if I ever see your face again. I won't hesitate to report you. If you touch me again, I won't hesitate to kill you."
Buffy stood up and William walked over to the door, holding it open for her. "Wait her, I'm going to have Jeff escort you out. I don't trust you."
As William walked away, Buffy grabbed his sleeve. Instinctively, William's hand lashed out and slapped Buffy across the face. Buffy's shaking hand touched her bruised cheek as tears began to fill her eyes. William glared at her, showing no remorse and walked away.
Buffy never saw William come back out again. Instead Jeff walked out with a plastic bag of ice and handed it to her as he gently escorted her out of the building. Jeff quietly drove her home and dropped her off in front of her father's house. Neither of them had exchanged words during the trip, except to give directions.
As Buffy got out of the car, Jeff quietly spoke to her, "I suggest you stay away from Mr. Dale, for your own safety. I'm not threatening you, I'm just warning you that he's been very short of temper lately. He usually would never hit any woman. But he's been.acting unusual. I'm sorry for what he did."
Buffy nodded, "Thank you. I shouldn't have intruded like that, I'm not sure what came over me.. Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Don't tell anyone. but, truth is, William might have known you, he has a strange case of amnesia. He doesn't remember what happened to him for a week exactly two months ago."
Buffy gaped, but her mind screamed out, 'So that's why!'
Buffy closed her mouth and nodded mutely to Jeff as she turned around and returned to her father's house.
~~~
During the time Jeff had left to drop off Buffy, William called a number that he would have never anticipated to ever have to call.
"Hello?" A dark sinuous voice answered.
"I have a job." William quietly whispered
"What kind?"
"I want you watch Buffy Summers, but if she starts snooping around me or get into anything I'm involved in. then kill her." William answered as his pure violet eyes stared intently at the pen he was twirling in his left hand.
"It'll cost a little more than my usual price if I have to stalk her."
"That's not a problem. You're money will be in the usually drop off point.".
"Pleasure doing business with you."
"Just do your job Shadow."
Cont.
Urg, still sick. that's just great. after 3 years of not being sick, suddenly I'm sick for like a week! ~_~ I hate being sick, esp. because I can't miss school.
Detective Anderson looked over his files on the recent death of Stephanie Fieldman. She was found around 24 hours after she died pulverized in the compactor. However the coroner showed that her death wasn't due to the garbage truck. Apparently she was struck in the skull with a heavy object before she was mutilated. The last person she had met was her editor, he was a suspect, however at the time of the murder he was in the office the whole time. The only other person that was possible was William Dale.
It made sense, Stephanie may have seen something in Mr. Dale's files that were confidential and this was the only way to silence her. ~~~ (William's office)
"Sir, Detective Anderson is here to see you."
"What? Why?"
"He says that you're a prime suspect to a murder."
"What?!"
Sharon shrugged and then asked, "Would you like me to call your lawyer?"
William nodded as he furrowed his brow. "Yes, of course."
"Would you like to speak to him now?"
William hesitated for a second and gave a deep sigh, "Sure. I'd like to hear how I somehow got into this mess."
Detective Anderson bowed slightly to Sharon and entered William's office cautiously. William stood up and waved toward the chair facing his desk.
"Please have a seat."
Detective Anderson nodded as both he and William sat down.
"How can I help you?"
"I would like to ask where you were yesterday around 5:30 pm."
"I was in my office for sometime and later I went to the coffee shop across the street to relax and do some paperwork."
Anderson nodded as he pulled out a pad and jotted down some notes. "I'm going to have to question the shop owner to back up your alibi."
William nodded. "Sure. Um, I'm still a little confused as to what I'm being accused of."
"We suspect that you are involved in the murder of Stephanie Fieldman."
"The reporter?"
"Yes. Now, how well did you know Mrs. Fieldman."
"She interviewed me once."
"How did you react to her scathing article about you and your company?"
". perhaps we should wait until my lawyer gets here. I'm not a liberty to say at the moment."
Anderson frowned as he closed his notepad, "Fine. I won't push, but if you."
William cut him off, "Don't accuse me of something I didn't do. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to. Sharon will show you the way out."
~~~
The reporters rushed Anderson as he stepped out of LuminaCorp. Swiftly, the LuminaCorp bodyguards came to his side and helped him navigate through the horde of bodies, microphones and cameras. Detective Anderson suddenly saw one of his colleagues, Eliza, and ran up to her.
"I thought I told you not to leak out anything about the case until we've got the suspects."
Eliza shook her head, " I didn't leak anything. The LAPD chief officer did and so did the TIMEs editor. Now they won't stop hounding us."
The reporters kept pushing forward despite the guard's attempts to keep them at bay. They kept shouting out questions, asking Anderson for a statement or what he was doing in front of LuminaCorp.
Anderson's shoulders fell as he gave a sigh and he turned around to face the reporters. He held his hands up to silence their inquisitions. "We're currently investigating the homicide of reporter, Stephanie Fieldman."
One of the reporters cut in, "Where and when did you find her?"
"We found her at the Recycling compound about 13 hours ago."
"How did she die?" Another cut in.
"We suspect that she received a blow to the skull and her body was dumped into a garbage container near her apartment."
"Why are you here at LuminaCorp."
Anderson hesitated for a second and look at Eliza, who shrugged. Anderson cleared his throat and prayed that he wasn't making a mistake. "We suspect that William Dale may be involved in the murder of Stephanie Fieldman."
The reporters gasped and suddenly the crowd was in an uproar and barraged Detective Anderson with more questions. Anderson shook his head as he retreated to his vehicle and drove away from the crowd. ~~~
Buffy gaped as she watched the live news. She was settling into her room and decided to watch some TV while she put her things away. When suddenly the newscaster announce the live coverage of the murder of Stephanie Fieldman. She had sat down on the bed, drawn into the news. And now, she could feel despair, hate, betrayal, sadness and a gamut of emotions flying through her.
Buffy quickly called Angel Investigations.
"Angel!"
"Buffy? Is that you? What's wrong?"
"Turn on the news."
"Angel ran over to the radio he had and turned to a news station."
He frowned as he heard the news. Then he talked to Buffy again.
"Do you think he's gone back again. to killing people?"
"I don't know. I don't know what's happened to him. Don't you think he would have called us if he woke up?" Angel pinched the bridge of his nose. " I'm. not sure."
"Should I tell the others?"
"No. not yet, we're not sure yet. They said he was a suspect."
"Maybe I should talk to him."
Angel chewed on his lower lip, " I don't think that's a good idea. What if he."
"No. I don't think he did it."
"You don't know what he can do. We don't know him anymore Buffy. He massacred all of Wolfram and Hart. He threatened to kill us and we know he's mentally unstable."
"Fine."
"Just wait for a bit. If things get worse, we'll also investigate."
Buffy nodded. "Okay."
Then Angel said goodbye to Buffy and hung up.
Buffy looked at the phone and fidgeted around the room for a while. During dinner, she could barely eat and she kept spacing out as he mind went a mile a minute. She new that her father disapproved of her behavior and gave him even more reason to take Dawn away, but she couldn't help it.
Finally, that night Buffy broke her resolve and her promise to Angel as she snuck out of the house and headed to William's apartment. She tried to remember as clearly as possible what Cordy told her later about her first encounter with William. Eventually, she found herself in front of a very tall, sleek and expensive building. Buffy quietly snuck around the back and knocked out a janitor who was heading into the building. She quickly changed into his gray jumpsuit. The man at the front desk nodded to her as she passed by. She gave a sigh of relief when she realized that the janitor's name was Alex, which could have been a nickname for Alexandria.
She glanced at the plaque on the sidewall, which indicated that William lived on the 21st floor and headed towards the elevator. When Buffy finally reached his floor, she decided to knock on his door instead of picking it open.
William called from inside, "Who is it?"
Buffy quickly moved away from the peekhole.
William frowned as he saw no one there and thought maybe he was had a package dropped off. He casually started to open the door.
Buffy quickly took this opportunity to kick the door the rest of the way, sending William sprawling on his back. William growled as he picked himself up and reached for the cell phone in his pocket, but Buffy was faster and she kicked it away.
"Who the hell are you?!" William shouted at Buffy.
Buffy frowned, "Don't play stupid with me!"
During their fight Michael had woken up and taken over, now he was pretending that he didn't know Buffy.
"Answer the question."
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Do you know who Cordelia or Wesley are?"
"Who?"
Buffy blanched. "You don't remember."
William threw his hands in the air, "That's it, I'm calling security. Today has been getting worse and worse."
"Did you kill her?"
"Who are you?!"
"I'm Buffy Summers."
"Okay, now why are you so concerned with this case? Are you an officer? Or a detective?"
Buffy gulped, "No."
William frowned, "I'll call the mental hospital while I'm at it."
"Wait!"
"Who the hell are you?! Why is this your concern?!"
"I'm a friend. And I just want to know whether you did it."
"No I didn't."
"Are you."
William cut her off, " I can't believe you have the audacity to walk in here without a warrant and interrogate me! Get out, or I'm calling the police."
"No."
William started to stride toward the phone and Buffy tackled him. William then spun around and shoved her to the floor with so much force that it knocked the air out of her.
"Mrs. Summers, if I ever see your face again. I won't hesitate to report you. If you touch me again, I won't hesitate to kill you."
Buffy stood up and William walked over to the door, holding it open for her. "Wait her, I'm going to have Jeff escort you out. I don't trust you."
As William walked away, Buffy grabbed his sleeve. Instinctively, William's hand lashed out and slapped Buffy across the face. Buffy's shaking hand touched her bruised cheek as tears began to fill her eyes. William glared at her, showing no remorse and walked away.
Buffy never saw William come back out again. Instead Jeff walked out with a plastic bag of ice and handed it to her as he gently escorted her out of the building. Jeff quietly drove her home and dropped her off in front of her father's house. Neither of them had exchanged words during the trip, except to give directions.
As Buffy got out of the car, Jeff quietly spoke to her, "I suggest you stay away from Mr. Dale, for your own safety. I'm not threatening you, I'm just warning you that he's been very short of temper lately. He usually would never hit any woman. But he's been.acting unusual. I'm sorry for what he did."
Buffy nodded, "Thank you. I shouldn't have intruded like that, I'm not sure what came over me.. Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Don't tell anyone. but, truth is, William might have known you, he has a strange case of amnesia. He doesn't remember what happened to him for a week exactly two months ago."
Buffy gaped, but her mind screamed out, 'So that's why!'
Buffy closed her mouth and nodded mutely to Jeff as she turned around and returned to her father's house.
~~~
During the time Jeff had left to drop off Buffy, William called a number that he would have never anticipated to ever have to call.
"Hello?" A dark sinuous voice answered.
"I have a job." William quietly whispered
"What kind?"
"I want you watch Buffy Summers, but if she starts snooping around me or get into anything I'm involved in. then kill her." William answered as his pure violet eyes stared intently at the pen he was twirling in his left hand.
"It'll cost a little more than my usual price if I have to stalk her."
"That's not a problem. You're money will be in the usually drop off point.".
"Pleasure doing business with you."
"Just do your job Shadow."
Cont.