AN: I know, it has been faaaar too long. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa! And
now on with the story :)
Chapter 18
"There was no sign of intoxication, he has a clean record in Great-Britain. This is not something of the drug environement. We're not giving this to Narcotics."
"Gez Wincksley, what is it then?"
"Murder attempt."
The two police agents had the file of the British student of Sunnydale in their hands. They knew he didn't have much chance to completely recover of his injuries. They were prepared to search for the murderer of William Carrington.
"Why would someone want to kill a school boy? He isn't rich, had almost no money on him. Maybe he was just at the wrong place, maybe it was random."
"It was not done by a professional."
"How can you tell?"
"A professional would have at least checked if his victim was dead."
"Maybe he only wanted to hurt William."
"With shots in the chest? I don't think so."
They had not yet began with questioning, but they wanted to start with Buffy, the guy's girlfriend.
Buffy opened the door and startled at the sight of the two strangers.
"Miss Summers, Wincksley and Baines of the Sunnydale Police. We'd like to ask you a few questions about William Carrington."
"Okay, come in. . . I guess."
The girl looked genuinely shocked that it was an attempted murder.
"I had no idea."
"Does he have any enemies you know off?"
"No, there is nobody."
"Think about it, miss. I know he hasn't been long at the school in Sunnydale, but didn't he have a run in with anyone?"
"Not that I. . ." And then suddenly it hit her. "Angel."
After their conversation Wincksley and Baines were a whole lot wiser. They went in search of Angel, their first and for now only suspect. They found him at the bar of the Bronze.
"Are you the man they call Angel?"
"Depends on who's asking?"
"Inspector Wincksley and Baines of the Sunnydale Police. We'd like to ask you a few questions about William Carrington. Do you know him?"
"He goes to the same school as me, yeah, but I don't see wh. . ."
"You know he has been shot?"
"People talked about it."
"Several sources confirm that you and Mr. Carrington didn't get along too well."
"He challenged me a few times, but I never did anything about it."
"Where were you Wednesday night at eleven?"
"Here, drinking with my friends."
"Can they confirm that?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Mr. Angel."
They walked outside, Wincksley finally releasing his breath. It was all he could do to not wipe the grin of that bastards face."
"He's lying."
"It sounds believeable."
"Did you see his reaction? He was scared! We need to have testimonies from someone else than a football player. He intimidates them."
"I think you're seeing ghosts, John."
"I'm telling you he knows!"
That same afternoon Buffy's cellphone rang.
"Buffy! He's awake!" Xander screamed in Buffy's ear.
She almost let the phone drop. She ran out of the class, almost bumped into Willow and yelled to him William was awake. She hurried to the hospital and to his room but once there she hesitated to go in. After five minutes she turned the doorknob and stood at the end of he bed. William lay in the bed, with his eyes closed, but all the tubes were gone. His uncle and aunt nodded at her and she sat down silently.
"How is he?"
"Good, as far as we know. . . but the wounds are really bad. He breathes on his own, but he's still sleeping."
"I'm glad he's a bit better. . . I'm going to leave you with him, I'll get enough chances to see him."
At that moment she felt someone watching her. William was awake and stared at the people at the end of his bed.
"Who are you people?" He croaked.
Chapter 18
"There was no sign of intoxication, he has a clean record in Great-Britain. This is not something of the drug environement. We're not giving this to Narcotics."
"Gez Wincksley, what is it then?"
"Murder attempt."
The two police agents had the file of the British student of Sunnydale in their hands. They knew he didn't have much chance to completely recover of his injuries. They were prepared to search for the murderer of William Carrington.
"Why would someone want to kill a school boy? He isn't rich, had almost no money on him. Maybe he was just at the wrong place, maybe it was random."
"It was not done by a professional."
"How can you tell?"
"A professional would have at least checked if his victim was dead."
"Maybe he only wanted to hurt William."
"With shots in the chest? I don't think so."
They had not yet began with questioning, but they wanted to start with Buffy, the guy's girlfriend.
Buffy opened the door and startled at the sight of the two strangers.
"Miss Summers, Wincksley and Baines of the Sunnydale Police. We'd like to ask you a few questions about William Carrington."
"Okay, come in. . . I guess."
The girl looked genuinely shocked that it was an attempted murder.
"I had no idea."
"Does he have any enemies you know off?"
"No, there is nobody."
"Think about it, miss. I know he hasn't been long at the school in Sunnydale, but didn't he have a run in with anyone?"
"Not that I. . ." And then suddenly it hit her. "Angel."
After their conversation Wincksley and Baines were a whole lot wiser. They went in search of Angel, their first and for now only suspect. They found him at the bar of the Bronze.
"Are you the man they call Angel?"
"Depends on who's asking?"
"Inspector Wincksley and Baines of the Sunnydale Police. We'd like to ask you a few questions about William Carrington. Do you know him?"
"He goes to the same school as me, yeah, but I don't see wh. . ."
"You know he has been shot?"
"People talked about it."
"Several sources confirm that you and Mr. Carrington didn't get along too well."
"He challenged me a few times, but I never did anything about it."
"Where were you Wednesday night at eleven?"
"Here, drinking with my friends."
"Can they confirm that?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Mr. Angel."
They walked outside, Wincksley finally releasing his breath. It was all he could do to not wipe the grin of that bastards face."
"He's lying."
"It sounds believeable."
"Did you see his reaction? He was scared! We need to have testimonies from someone else than a football player. He intimidates them."
"I think you're seeing ghosts, John."
"I'm telling you he knows!"
That same afternoon Buffy's cellphone rang.
"Buffy! He's awake!" Xander screamed in Buffy's ear.
She almost let the phone drop. She ran out of the class, almost bumped into Willow and yelled to him William was awake. She hurried to the hospital and to his room but once there she hesitated to go in. After five minutes she turned the doorknob and stood at the end of he bed. William lay in the bed, with his eyes closed, but all the tubes were gone. His uncle and aunt nodded at her and she sat down silently.
"How is he?"
"Good, as far as we know. . . but the wounds are really bad. He breathes on his own, but he's still sleeping."
"I'm glad he's a bit better. . . I'm going to leave you with him, I'll get enough chances to see him."
At that moment she felt someone watching her. William was awake and stared at the people at the end of his bed.
"Who are you people?" He croaked.