Author's Note:
Hello guys! I'm so sorry for such a late update, although I did say I would be on hiatus till 1st march.
Honestly, exams are going like a roller coaster and I feel like I just gave my first exam yesterday(No kidding, it was such a downer!)
Anyway, I thank all those guys who reviewed, I decided to answer reviews from here on, since it makes me happy and I love to reply(again, I hope that didn't sound soooo creepy). And I would love to know what you all think of this chapter.
Thank you and Enjoy!
P.S. I by mistake forgot to change the name in chapter 3 from 'chapter 2' to 'chapter 3'. If you haven't read it, I recommend you to read that first.
Chapter 4
He glanced at her face, she was still frozen in place. He might've felt sympathetic towards her had he not harbored such hostility towards her. He did feel this kind of yearning to smooth out her face.
The girl standing on the far end of the room stared at Amy with a calculating gaze; almost disgusted.
"Why are you disturbing our training?" she asked, annoyed. Not a moment to soon, the two females on the floor rose and stared at Amy whilst covered in the red paint the girl in the far end of the room had sprayed on them.
She cocked a brow upwards when Amy refused to give a reply. "Are you that infamous detective from France that president was saying about? Even with that fancy appearance of yours, you won't be able to teach us talented group." She stuck her nose in the air, striking an impression in the mind of Amy that she was fierce and determined. She had what it takes to be a detective: guts. But they were pointing towards the wrong direction.
"Are you saying that I won't be able to prove that I am better than you?"
"Hardly. That's what I meant." she sarcastically said, eliciting a smile from her peers. Amy's eyes swept on each girl, and she knew she needed to maintain she dignity she built these few years.
"What if I do?" she asked, making the air-headed girl scoff.
"Then I will do whatever you want." she said, walking across the room and grabbing the files. She swung them to Amy, who smiled at her while her eyes lit up in challenge.
"You have ten minutes to figure the clues out, and also to get your paint gun loaded." The girl said.
Amy smiled and excused herself from the group, her eyes searching for the man who came with her. He was no where around, maybe he left and somehow that made her disappointed somehow. One of the girls who had the paint on her shirt, came over to Amy.
"Please forgive Luna. She is passionate about it. And she absolutely hates it when someone doesn't take it seriously." she said.
Amy smiled and rested her hand on the girl. "I didn't feel offended in the least bit. You didn't need to apologize. Someone once told me, that being a detective is like pulling the right strings to open the door."
Luna's eyes sparkled, "That's such a nice thing to say! You're so mature." she exclaimed.
Amy laughed a little, shaking her head. "No, I learnt it from my senior when I first joined "The Clue Hunting." I admire him for his cleverness and maturity."
The girl was surprised, "is this senior of yours perhaps your partner?"
Amy nodded reluctantly, still hesitant to get reminded of him. That girl didn't see her obvious discomfort, she smiled at Amy brightly.
"How rude of me! I didn't introduce myself at all! My name is Harmonica. Call me Monica, everyone in the agency does." she said, tapping her head.
"And here you thought you were rude when I didn't do that myself, I'm Amy—"
"No, you don't need to introduce yourself, I already know all about you." Monica interrupted her.
She left as soon as her eyes fell on the clock. Amy could feel someone's gaze burning on her back, her natural instinct to turn and look behind her.
And soon she met amber eyes boring into hers into an intense gaze. She felt her breath hitch every time she saw him, his muscles peaking out from the first two unclosed buttons. She felt her heart beating sporadically, and she silently stared back at him.
"Time's up!" she heard Luna say, breaking the staring contest between them. The girls who had come from the other room, gasped after finding him standing in front of the door.
"That's Ian Kabra!" someone from the four groupmates exclaimed. Amy watched Luna struggle to maintain professionalism, she had to hand it to this girl for doing that.
"Now that you have Mr. Kabra doesn't make you any better. Even with his support we won't accept you unless you don't show us what you can do. And oh, I almost forgot to say." She smirked, then produced another file from behind her.
"The real clues are here." she waved them before shoving it into Amy's face. All that Amy needed was a quick once over.
Then she smirked.
"I figured the culprit out." she announced, walking into the room.
Luna threw the file on the nearest table and crossed her arms. "How?"
Amy plopped herself on the rocking chair and laced her fingers, resting her elbows on the armrest.
"Well, it goes like this. The murder in the farm house was on a lonely night, the culprit driving away in an SUV with something valuable in his hand. Upon investigation, the only thing that went missing was the property files of the land. On the crime scene, you and these two girls were present." Amy pointed at Luna, Monica and another brunette.
Luna still looked unconvinced. "You aren't saying anything that says who is the culprit. Maybe you are bluffing."
Amy smiled yet again, a glint in her eyes. "Then everyday there is a death note on your table, and not soon, your friend over there gets injured. The accused leaves a footprint on the mud, and the footprints match the shoes in the house." She pointed at the woman sitting on the bed.
Luna crossed her arms and scoffed.
"After the second week of the murder, I find some documents that suspiciously look like your uncle's claims on the farmhouse. Of course, you had the right on it but it was supposed to be after his death. And, that's where the clues stop, the mystery finally being solved. You, are the culprit."
"I still don't believe you." Luna fought to stay snobby.
Amy grinned, "That's where I come in, opening the mystery out in the open. You, killed the fellow caretaker so that your uncle could assign you to take care of the safe and the farmhouse yourself. The car in the garage had dirt on it, and not the regular dirt."
She leaned in front, "It was from the farm, the same tire marks matching your car. And only you know how to drive the car."
"The file never said I know how to drive."
"Well, I see car keys in your draw. And you purposefully wear your friend's shoes so I think it's your friend. But, you had those documents which were supposed to be in the safe and your uncle wasn't dead yet so you had no permission to touch them unless he dies, and thus it come down to you that you, were planning to kill your uncle." Amy concluded, holding her paint gun up, and shooting it right on Luna's shirt.
"Caught you!" Amy said, stunning everyone in the room.
It took the team two weeks to figure the culprit out, because the shoes always kept pointing at someone else, and the car belonged to the caretaker since he goes back to his house every evening. They thought Monica injured herself on purpose to get herself off the list.
She glanced at Ian, who didn't display any emotion of pride or even a small twitch showing that he approved. He spun on his heel and walked away, breaking her heart all over again.
The girls surrounded her, Luna being the reluctant one on congratulating her on figuring out.
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Ian couldn't believe she remembered his words, he felt the old joy bursting through his heart. It was interesting to see how she changed. He had to admit, she was amazingly quick
"I never knew we would get stuck like this." Amy exclaimed exasperatedly, making Ian smile. Somehow, they had gotten stuck in the warehouse together and she thought there would be a clue here. When they entered, someone locked the door from outside, making it difficult to come out.
"Well, Amy I would never say that if I were you." Ian said, amused at her misery as she self-loathed.
She shot him a withering look, "Y-you j-just l-like t-to t-tease m-me. B-be S-serious! W-we are g-g-going t-to d—"
"Don't think like that. Being a detective means pulling the right strings to open the door, even though sometimes you might pull a wrong string." He said, shrugging. He walked over the warehouse's large door and examined the door.
"I'm sorry, Ian. Y-you m-must h-hate m-me for not b-being alert." she mumbled, drawing her knees towards her.
He walked over to her knelt on front of her. "Love, it was my choice to trust you. So, have faith in me too. We have only each other." He said softly, soothingly calm. She raised her tear streaked face and searched his eyes.
They both were dirty from not bathing for two days, and he still had the wound he got from a knife while he fought for her. They never thought they'd get caught up between drunkards on a lonely road.
"D-don't call me love!" she stuttered, turning away as her heart hammered. He would've have seen the blush on her face had it been any lighter
If the warehouse was any lighter.…
She snapped her head at the thin line of light and followed it. She stood up, ignoring Ian's question and slowly raising her head on the window.
"I found the right string, Ian."
Ian could only admire her beauty that was reflected by the sunlight hitting faintly from the window.
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Ian drove to her house, surprising himself. He thought he'd ignore the order and pretend he forgot. He considered going back to the agency and pleading to changed his partner in order to stay away from her. But He knew the president was hard to persuade, unless you were allergic to that person.
But what he didn't expect was, fumes bursting on the house. His heart stopped beating, he felt all the cells in his body turning colder by the second, freezing his entire body.
Bursting through the window without a sound from the house of Amy Cahill.
Author's Note:
Thank you everyone whoever reviewed chapter 1,2 and 3.
Emry: I'm glad you liked the first chapter. And thank you for being my first reviewer! You honestly have no idea how creepily I smiled during class that day.
iheartNYcity: And yes, it was Amy who had the reverie, I'm glad you like how I portrayed Ian. I agree with you that he seems cooler that way. And thank you for continually reviewing. And no, it's not bad you hate Julie. I won't say anything, you will have to figure her out as I write!
lola: Well, it took me two years to work hard to develop in the writer I am now. I'm soooo happy I didn't push any reader out.I hope the second chapter cleared some cobwebs.
Guest: First off, I would love to know your name or at least pen name so I could address you better(if you are comfortable sharing or else I don't mind). There are the answers I gave in these chapters.
MademoiselleEtincelle: I'm so sorry, I didn't think I would get anymore reviews actually so I decided to update sooner. And thanks Julie,(I didn't know I would meet one at all!) for reviewing. And no, I didn't take the name from desperate housewives, I actually made it up. I did try using ur advice, and I think it worked! Thank you so much!
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Guest: I honestly don't know if you're the same person, but I'm glad it has kept you interested so far!
Thank you everyone of you and also you all who are silently reading this!
Goodbye! (Please pray for my exams! Or results as they are getting over soon!)