AN: Well I'm happy that no one had forgotten completely about my story. I really am sorry that I haven't been around to update but now that I can I'll be updating prompt and on time, most of the time lol. Anyway, please enjoy and don't forget to review!
So Riza may have a hard heart sometimes but her heart, this time, had shattered when looking upon the portrait of a proportional family. Her and Roy ventured out to gather information on the ten girls who had gone missing and visited their families. At this particular house, she sensed a loving atmosphere of warm welcoming.
From the moment she had entered through the screen door, the mother of seventeen year old Alicia, offered a place to sit, the father fixed Roy a pot of coffee and then they both tended to needs of their investigation, answering every question delicately.
How come her family, her father and mother, never once ventured through their feelings? Her father was too caught up in his research to even so much as pay her a passing glance and her mother never lived long enough to experince the later years of her daughter's life -Riza truly was alone now. Every bit of love that she once knew, as a little girl, had vanished. She never got to experince what family really meant, suddenly, Roy shook her shoulder ripping her from her gaze.
"Don't think to much into this." He whispered.
"I know, I'm not." She lied, hiding behind her sharp, glass eyes. She turned away from the picture and continued to venture down the hall behind Roy and following up the stairway.
"Now remember you two," The mother called once more, "It's the last room on the left, all other rooms are mainly storage."
"Yes, thanks mam." Roy nodded before continuing his persuit.
They had reached the room and entered through a dust of folded memories and photographs. Upon the walls were arrays of photographs and drawings. Her bed was left messy on her last day seen around Creed, strode across the floor bed sheets, stuffed animals and pillows. Among those things were graded papers, and unfinished homework. Love letters as well notes from friends and Riza bent down to examine the deceased life of this little girl, trying to mask the guilt bubbling under her skin -why was she choking so badly over this -over this measly case? Because she was a little girl, once.
"Sort of sad."
"Is that all you can say?" Riza dropped the paper and walked over to the closet.
Roy didn't respond but instead watched her movement as Riza searched the room, searching for some kind of answer to this kind of evil -she'd never find it. Never. He could see right through her right now, seeing how hard she was taking this and to be honest, she was no good at lying, at least, in this particular moment she wasn't.
"It is sad, that's why you're upset."
"I'm not upset," Riza picked and poked at table beside the door, "Just disappointed."
"We'll find out who did this." Roy vowed, somewhat, approaching her.
"I know that."
three hours later, lunch, 2:45
"We can't make up our minds on a few coincidences." Roy concluded but Riza's eyes flashed.
"A few, sir? Be reasonable. You and I both know that it's very suspicious that all of our victims attended the same high school, took the same classes and were taught by the same teacher, who is in fact, may I remind you, male." She retaliated very astutely but her tone was calm, and serene as she took a sip of her water.
"Yes, but assume that it was just a coincidence, we shouldn't rush to fast into these alligations."
"I understand that but you must also take into account that these girls had a great deal in common, hair, skin type, blood type, stature all that -and the classes, in my opinion, just seal it. I believe we should pay Mr. Wischire a visit." She responded.
"Alright, alright, you win, I just don't think this case is that simple -pin pointing a teacher."
"It doesn't hurt to look into these kinds of things, sir, remember that."
"Yea, yea, pass the salt will ya?"
Riza handed him the shaker and continued to stab her salad. She then looked around, they happen to be sitting out on the patio of diner and watched the sun radiate above.
"Where is the high school anyway?" Roy asked between mouthfuls of food.
A middle aged man with thin rimmed glasses began to pack away his books from his desk when two knocks ascended from his doorway.
"Mr. Wischire?" Riza asked.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"Yes, can we ask you a few questions, concerning a few of your students?" Roy intervened gracefully putting his hand out and shaking the older man's. He nodded.
"This is about those poor girls, isn't it Mr...?"
"Mustang. Roy Mustang." Roy nodded readdressing his first and last name.
"And who is this young lady with you -your wife?" Mr. Wischire asked thoughtfully, smiling.
"No sir, I'm just an assistant for the Colonel." As soon as the words Colonel rolled off her lips, she cupped her mouth and stared bug-eyed at Roy who's mouth dropped a bit.
"Oh, so you are of the Military? That's unusual to have guest like you in Creed."
"Well"--Roy squirmed.
"We're sort of special opts. We came here unannounced to gather any information from any suspects or evidence we may find." Riza cut open into Roy's sentence making her position even more awkward.
"Yes, Yes, I understand. The murders have become more frequent but what brings you to Westford Creedence High?" The old man asked, folding his arms but overlooking Riza with analytical eyes. Roy noticed, somewhat.
"Well, to be honest, sir, you've taught all ten of the girls and we'd like to aqquaint ourselves with the proper information."
"You believe that I could be a suspect, correct, could I not?" Mr. Wischire interjected slyly.
"Possibly."
"Ahh well"--
"Mr. Wischire?" A voice from behind them asked timidly.
A teenager with swaying blonde hair drooped over top her shoulders and she stood tall and stocky with a light brush of freckles over her nose and cheeks. A brow raised on Riza and she paid a slitted pupil's glance toward the old man's direction, suspicion started to raid her mind of all other thoughts.
"Lindsey? What are you doing here so late?"
"I came for tutoring, am I interrupting?"
"No, no, not at all." Riza nodded, patting Roy's shoulder and motioning for the door.
"I suppose we'll meet again tomorrow?" She gave him a beckoning glance but saw that he was already looking at her with soft eyes -she shivered as the teacher's glance sickingly slid up her body.
"Of course, but only after school has let out." He said before Riza and Roy disappeared outside into the hall and away from the classroom.
"What were you thinking?" He asked.
"Sorry, it just slipped sir."
"Well, cat's outta the bag now that everyone knows we're working undercover for the Military -it'll be harder next time to make him talk."
