Chapter 5
I sat at the bench as the voice on the phone had instructed and waited. The wait seemed to take forever though it had barely been five minutes. I was extremely nervous for a reason that I couldn't explain. I saw a man with light brown hair, the same shade as Darrel's with a woman long black hair, much like my own. I was immediately aware of what I needed to do. I had to catch the person who took all of my happiness away. I had to make Kira pay for killing Darrel, as well as all of the other people he had killed.
I saw a figure coming down the path towards where I was sitting. I was nervous again. Damn, I thought. I felt a sudden itch on my nose. It was one of those itches that come the moment you aren't allowed to move. If I moved from my odd position on the bench, then the person sent by the investigation team would think that I wasn't the person they were looking for and walk past.
I soon found that the person sent was a man. He had stopped directly in front of me. He was tall with a mess of raven black hair which covered his eyes. He was dressed in a loose-fitting, long-sleeved, white shirt and baggy pants and no shoes. No shoes? I thought, how odd.
Something about him seemed so familiar. Obviously, this was the subordinate that the force was sending. He seemed to refuse to look directly at her. He kept his eyes buried behind his hair and his head tilted down towards his feet.
"Are you Marie Swanson?" he asked in a cool voice, scratching his foot with the other in a very familiar way.
"Y-yes" I stuttered. Why am I stuttering?
"You have information regarding the Kira case?" he asked. What was with all the questions?! Couldn't he at least look at me?
"Yes. I have a theory" I told him.
"The investigation is open to you theories" he said, still not looking at me.
"I think… that Kira is capable of killing by means other than heart attacks" I said.
"What makes you think that?" he asked, still not looking at me, but I could tell from his voice that he was interested in what I had to say.
"Um, I'd rather not say in such a public place, you really never know who is listening." I said, nervously looking at the couple who were still walking nearby and a group of children playing a ways off being watched by a group of teenagers.
He nodded. "Understandable. If you would please come to this address," he said, taking my hand in his cool, pale hands, and lightly writing on it with a marker. I could feel my face turning red, luckily he still hadn't looked at me. I wondered why. He continued to speak, I was lucky to catch his words, "in fifteen minutes, as so that we may discuss the matter." He said releasing my hand. Tingles ran through my hand from his touch and though his hands had been quite cold, mine now felt as if they had been dunked into a bucket of ice. He turned to leave.
"Wait!" I said, before I knew what I was doing, he paused, but didn't turn around. "Why have you not even looked at me this whole time? Is it because you fear that I'm Kira and that if I see your face, I may be able to kill you?"
"No," he said, "It's more that I'm afraid… afraid of being disappointed," and with that, he walked away, leaving me to ponder his words. Who was that guy?