Another chapter up, I've decided to make it a tad bit longer, so you can be seeing at least two more chapters in the future. Perhaps near future? Well, please just keep reviewing and I wanna thank everyone for their support.
Katie…out!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that have appeared on Charmed. It's kinda sad actually.
"Katharyn Whistler?" Said a voice from behind me. This was it, my big acting debut, just deny everything, act shocked, maybe throw in a couple fake tears…
At least that's what they do on all the murder shows.
"Yes?" I asked, turning around. The detective was not like I expected, not because she was female, just because she looked so…nice. She had shoulder length brown hair and big brown eyes. It's probably part of her technique, I thought, don't give in!
"I'm Detective Mackenzie Hunter, the lead on this case, is it OK if I ask you a couple questions?" Ha, like it's really my choice. Focus, Kitty, you're an unfortunate bystander now.
"Sure." I said, "Um, have you called my parents yet? I gave the lady over there their numbers…"
"They've been contacted," she tried to seem reassuring, "they'll probably be here in a few minutes." I nodded and she took out a little notepad. Just like Sasha's, I thought sadly, it seemed like ages ago when we were in the auditorium listening to Zach for the first time.
"Katharyn?" Detective Hunter asked, seeing my far off expression.
"Sorry." I said, shaking my head slightly. Focus, Kitty! "What did you want to ask me?"
"Well, why don't you start by saying how you found Zachary?"
" I didn't mean to…well, obviously, but I was just walking here after school, trying to kill some time before my parents came home. I walk along this path pretty often, since it's quiet and a good place to think about things. And…well, that's when I saw him. I wasn't sure at first who it was at first, but then I recognized him as this guy at my school. I tried checking for a pulse and didn't find one, so I called 911."
This was a story I had already worked out while the police were getting here; personally I thought it was foolproof. I guess all the hours of watching CSI were really worth it, duh.
"So that's why you reported a 'dead body' to the operator?" Damn, ok, I can deal.
"Yeah…I mean, I don't know CPR and he wasn't breathing. I guess I just panicked and assumed." I said with a shrug. Must stay cool, calm and collected. Of course, not too collected.
"Ok," she said, writing something down in her little notepad. "You mentioned that you knew the victim from school, what was your relationship?"
That question took me aback. I had thought our "relationship" would be something like friends…then a couple, and hey, then we could go from there. Of course, now he was dead and I find our "relationship" would've never existed. Now, how would you describe that?
"Well," I stuttered, " I haven't really ever talked to him. He's just kinda a legend at my school because of his band and his voice. Not to mention he's the football star."
She nodded, " OK, last question. Did you see anyone suspicious around when you got here, and was that tree always…like that?" She pointed to the tree that I had snapped. It took all of my will power to suppress a contented smirk. Instead, I tried to look as surprised as she did.
"From what I could tell the area was deserted, but that's not unusual, and I hadn't really noticed that tree before today…"
I heard a shrill voice behind me, "Kitty!" Urg, I thought, my parents would never let me live this down. Plus they'd be more paranoid than usual because of the "killer" on the loose. If only they knew…
"Have you determined anything from the body, Jim?" Detective Hunter asked the coroner's assistant who was prepping the body for transportation.
"Well, it's a pretty unusual case you've got here. His face is a bit blue, which naturally suggests that he wasn't getting enough air at the time he was killed. However, there aren't any marks on his neck where he could have been strangled. I'll have to take him back to the lab to be sure."
"Urg, I have a feeling that this case belongs in the 'X-Files'. Do you know when the kid died?"
"Again, can't tell you for sure. I do know that's it recent, somewhere in the last 2 hours. And I know what you mean, have you see that tree?"
"If it can be categorized as that. I heard some people saying that there's no marks where it was cut down, and it's not burnt so it couldn't have been lightning." Mackenzie said, she turned from the body and noted the small crowd around the snapped tree. " I'd say it was just the wind, but I doubt there's been any tornado activity here lately."
"Looks like a case for Scully. Anyway, did the girl who found the body say anything useful?"
"Not at all, but she did come off as knowing more than she let on."
" A suspect, perhaps?"
"No, not yet away. Listen, I'm going to head back to HQ and file the report, I'll have to talk to the kid's parents too, lucky me. Then maybe tomorrow I'll head to the school and see what I can dig up about this Zachary Bellevue. Call me when you're done processing the body down at the morgue, ok?"
"Hey, sure thing, Mac. And listen; maybe between working yourself to death as usual, we can head out to this nice place I know for some dinner. What do you say?"
"Dinner over a dead body, Jim, I'm flattered." Mac said, smiling. "I'll have to take a rain check though. Call me!"
Whooo, chapter 10. I didn't mean to drag it out so long, but I like writing for Mackenzie, she's spunky. And Jim…well he's just Jim. Please review and I'll get chapter 11 up faster than you can say "Why-oh-why-was-the-best-show-on-earth-cancelled?"
