Once again sorry I didnt update quicker, curse my writers block! lol heres chapter 8! Oh and I hope my descriptive writing skills improved this chapter. Also, I'd like to thank all the people who have reviewed me! You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside...lol. Sorry, on with the story!
"I spent at least an hour researching him and managed to figure out where he lives and works."Mick said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, good job. Gold star for Mick."I said teasingly.
Mick glared at me and Beth laughed. I smiled and said,"So,you guys wanna go or do you want me to leave and come back later so you guys can - "
"No,no. We can go now." Mick interrupted grabbing his jacket and car keys.
A few minutes later we're walking out of Mick's building to his car. On the way, Mick had explained that our suspect,Fred, is a car salesman. Weird job for a murderer. Mick also told me where he lives, but we're going to check out his work first.
"Can I drive?"I asked hopefully as we approached Mick's car.
"What do you think?"Mick said.
"Yes?"
"No."
"Please?"I begged. Pathetic, I know.
Mick turned and gave me a look,"No."he said and opened the door to the back seat for me. I glared at him and plopped down in the seat with a huff. Mick closed my door and opened the door for Beth and soon we were driving towards the car dealership.
We arrived at a large building with a very big lot in front of it filled with cars on sale. The building had ceiling to floor windows stretching across the front displaying fancy sports cars. I wished I had lots of money like Josef so I could buy a nice, expensive car to replace my old one. I also didn't want lots of money like Josef, because if I did, I'd probably start acting like Josef and nobody wants two Josefs...OK,maybe a few people would.
The three of us walked towards the building after we parked. A young man in a suit came up to us and offered a great deal on a car.
Mick declined and asked him if he knew Fred Smithe.
"I'm afraid not. I'm kind of new here, I don't really know everybody yet." He replied and hurried past us to a couple who had just arrived.
We continued walking and entered the building. While Mick and Beth went off to interrogate employees, I wandered over to the display cars. A porsche caught my eye and I walked over to it. It was a nice red one with tinted windows. I reached out to touch it and the car alarm went off. The people around me were startled and looked over at me.
"Umm, oops." I said and walked, more like ran, over to Mick and Beth who were talking to a older man in a blue suit. He was just answering one of Mick's questions.
"No, he hasn't been into work for a couple of days,"he said,"It's too bad, he's a great salesman, we need him here."
"Did he act weird before he stopped coming to work? Like something was bothering him or he was angry?" Beth asked in her reporter tone.
The man pondered the question and finally said,"Not really, but he did get into an argument with someone the last time he was here."
"What did this someone look like?" I asked, cutting off Mick who was probably about to ask the same question.
"He was about my height, he had dark brown hair, and he looked like he was in his early twenties." He replied with his eyes directed towards the ceiling while rubbing his chin.
Beth, Mick, and I glanced at each other. He just described our dead guy.
"Did you hear what they were arguing about?" I asked cutting off Mick again. I could feel him glaring at me.
He shook his head,"No,sorry. They were outside. I was in here, I saw them through the window." he answered.
"OK, I think we got everything we need to know, thanks."Mick said before I could cut him off again.
We questioned a few more employees and got pretty much the same answers, until we talked to a salesman who had heard part of the argument Fred had. The salesman said he had heard the other guy say something about calling the police and turning "it" in and Fred had said no, that they could keep "it" and they could be rich and then the other guy said he's going to the police and walked away. Whatever "it" is, we need to find out.
"So here's what we know, Fred hasn't been to work since the murder happened, and before it happened he had an argument with our dead guy over something worth going to the police over." I said as we drove to Fred's home.
"Maybe they found something valuable, like a bag of money or jewels or something and Fred killed the guy before he could turn it in to the police so he could keep it for himself." Beth said.
"Probably."I agreed.
We stopped outside of a five-story building. It looked a little run-down. Actually, more than a little, alot. Some of the windows were broken and a few had bars on them. The building itself looked very old. The plants around it were overgrown and vines creeped up the side.
Mick and I entered warily while Beth hesitated and followed. The inside wasn't much different from the outside condition wise.
The lobby was small with dirty white walls and floors. Dead plants were lying around and a worn out looking desk complete with a worn out looking old man was on the right wall. On the left wall was a shabby looking elevator and a door to a flight of stairs. I would never live in a place like this. From the outside, it looks like a gust of wind would knock it over.
"Excuse me? Could you tell me which apartment Fred Smithe lives in?" Beth asked politely, walking up to the desk.
"Ehh, sure." The old man grumbled,"Hmm, let's see here...ah, apartment number 3 on the second floor."
"Thanks."Mick said and we walked over to the elevator. I pushed the button and as we waited I could hear horrible grinding noises coming from the elevator shaft. Then the door opened agonizingly slow while creaking loudly only to reveal a very untidy space littered with trash...and I think I saw a rat.
"I wouldn't ride on that elevator even of my life depended on it." I declared and walked towards the doorway to the stairs, Mick and Beth followed closely.
Once we reached apartment number 3 Mick knocked on the door loudly.
"Why don't we just kick the door down and go get him."I asked
"Because, he might not have murdered anybody."Mick replied.
"So?"I said. When he gave me that look of his I turned back to the door and crossed my arms,"Fine. But my way is funner."I mumbled.
Mick was about to say something but then the door opened. A man with black hair and blue eyes dressed in a T-shirt and jeans stood there.
"What do you want?" He asked, eyeing us curiously.
"I'm a private investigator and I wanted to talk to you about the murder of - " before Mick could utter another word the door was slammed in his face. With my vampire hearing, I heard his footsteps running across the floor and then a window being opened.
"Why do they always run?"Mick groaned,"They should know by now they'll always get caught."
I kicked the door down easily and ran inside. The first thing I noticed was an open window leading out to a fire escape. The second thing I noticed was a plate of molded food on the floor two feet away from me. Ew.
Mick flew past me and out of the window, I followed just as fast, and Beth did the best she could without the speed of a vampire.
Mick and I jumped over the edge of the fire escape, while Beth had to climb down the ladders. Poor Beth. Fred was running down the ally. I sped after him and jumped on him. I had him pinned on the ground and Mick and Beth caught up.
"OK,OK! I did it! I killed him!" Fred yelled.
Wow. That was easy.
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