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-Chapter Six-
-Crystal's P.O.V-
After waking up and preparing for the day, I didn't waste any time in leaving for work. Saying bye to my parents and walking out the door. By the time, I got there, I couldn't help but notice the cop car sitting out front. It was empty. With a raised eyebrow, I kept my gaze on it for a few minutes before shaking my head and entering the building. "Oh, Crystal, would you mind coming here for a second?" I heard Mrs. Taylor call out.
I whirled my head around in the direction her voice was coming from. The blonde-haired woman stood there, motioning me over towards her and two police officers who stared me down. Their gazes hard as stone and judgmental as they watched my every move. As if I was going to attack the minute I noticed them. I hesitate for a moment before walking over to the three, standing nervously beside Mrs. Taylor as she rested one of her hands on my shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.
Had she told on me? Ratted me out for accidentally destroying her store? Was the work I've been doing these past couple of days not enough? I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt another tight squeeze on my shoulder while Mrs. Taylor cleared her throat. "Crystal, these nice young men would like to ask you some questions" she said, smiling widely.
Though it looked strained as if she was agitated by something. It was also then that I noticed how...messy her appearance appeared to be. Her hair was a tangled mess of knots and her makeup looked as if it had been applied sloppily and half-assed. "Ask me what?" I asked, looking between her and the two police officers. The first one cleared his throat as the second one pulled out a notepad and pen.
"Well your boss here informed us that you and another young lady were working late here last night, is that correct?" the man asked.
"Yes, that is correct" I said, nodding my head. A knot forming in my stomach as I started feeling nervous under the man's intense gaze.
"If that's so, did you notice anything strange last night? Like an unwanted visitor?" the officer asked. I furrowed my brows in thought before shaking my head.
"No, sir. It was just Amy and I the whole night, no one came in during that time and we did make sure to lock the main entrance when we left. If you don't mind, why are asking?"
"We received a call this morning from Mrs. Taylor that an expensive dress along with some jewelry was stolen late last night" the second officer piped up as he finished scribbling down something in the notepad.
"How would she have noticed that so quickly with how many items are in this store?" I asked under my breath, more to myself than to anyone else. Though it seems Mrs. Taylor heard me.
"I have a few employees that go around the store the minute it opens to check on things and the dress that was stolen was removed from one of the mannequins along with the jewelry that went with it so obviously, it was the first thing they noticed was missing" the blonde explained, her eyes narrowed as she glared down at me. It was obvious she didn't want to have to explain the situation herself. I nodded my head, turning my attention back to the officer whose gaze was no longer on me, but was looking at something behind Mrs. Taylor and I.
"Ma'am, is it natural for one of your mannequins to be placed out in the open like that?"
"What?" Mrs. Taylor asked, blinking her eyes before furrowing her brows in confusion as she looked behind her. Seemingly growing even more confused, curious I looked back as well. It was the same mannequin that seemed to have been popping up everywhere I went since I started working here. But, strangely enough, it seemed to be back in its original clothing before Jacob had asked me to change it the day I had first started working here. Did he change it back into its original outfit or did someone else do that?
"That's strange, what's he doing all the way over here? He should be back over in the men's section" I heard Mrs. Taylor whisper to herself.
"Oh, that mannequin, it seems someone has taken a liking to moving it around" I piped up, catching her's and the two men attention.
"Is that so? I might have to have a staff meeting then to make sure it's not one of the employees" Mrs. Taylor commented while the two officers looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders.
"So, you say that no one had come in while the both you and this other woman where here last night. If that's the case then it seems the intruder would have to have broken in sometime after you both had left" the second officer said, going back to the topic at hand.
"Isn't there any security cameras in the store?"
"Yes, but it seems that all surveillance footage that was recorded yesterday appeared to be corrupted" the first officer said, his voice sounding less intimidating and more confused as if he wasn't sure what he had said. "We're not sure how and when looking back at other recorded footage we found that plenty other footage seemed to have a heavy amount of distortion to both visual and audio aspects" he explained, more to himself than to me.
"Oh" I said, not really knowing what to say as I nodded my head. "If that's the case then I apologize for not being of any great help" I apologized.
"It's quite alright, now if you'll excuse us. We wish to speak to Mrs. Taylor some more, privately" he said. Taking the hint, I nodded my head and walked off to go find Jacob or Amy or even the two of them together would be great. When I did find them, I discovered that they were too busy flirting with one another and found it would be awkward to try and barge in on their moment. 'Maybe I can go find that mannequin and hang out with it' I thought jokingly before sighing and wandering off somewhere else in the store.
-Later-
"You know, you're not much of a talker" I said, chuckling at the small joke I had made as I sat beside the mannequin. Someone had placed it back in its original spot and now here I was. Pathetically sitting on the stand between this mannequin and another one, talking to it. I sucked in a deep breath, closed my eyes and covered my face. Hoping that when I wandered back over towards the front area, Amy and Jacob would be done flirting.
My eyes snapped opened when I heard movement beside me. Removing my hands from my face I looked to the side. Only to flinch and draw my body away when I noticed just how close the mannequin had gotten. Its body was leaning down towards me with its hands on its hips and its faceless face staring into my own at eye level. It creeped me out a little.
"Who the fuck keeps doing this?" I hissed out as my eyes started to scan the area around me, spotting only a few shoppers who didn't even bother giving me a passing glance. "Whoever they are they must be fast" I breathed out as I stood up and started to make my way towards the front, perhaps Jacob and Amy were finished flirting with one another for now. Taking a quick glance backwards I found the mannequin in a different spot and position as well, as if it was 'following' me. "Okay, they're really fast" I said, furrowing my brows as I faced forward and picked up my speed.
-Everyone's P.O.V-
He felt confused, not understanding the dyed blue haired girl's behavior. Why was she running? Did she have a reason to run? Not that he knew of. Perhaps she needed to get somewhere quickly, but that seemed unlikely due to her dislike of this building.
It couldn't be that she feared him. No, that was such a foolish thought. She had no reason to fear him because she wasn't a victim of his. No, she was far to interesting and beautiful to really be a victim, she was much more to him. All he needed was for her to understand that.
-Crystal's P.O.V-
I slowed down as I walked the rest of the way to the cash register, breathing heavily as I came to a stop and leaned against the counter. I could hear my own heart beating inside my ears. "You alright?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow as she peeked up from her magazine. Seeming to be the only one there, meaning Jacob must have left at some point.
"Yeah, just peachy" I panted out sarcastically as I dared to glance backwards, a loud sigh of relief escaping my lips when I didn't see that mannequin anywhere. Maybe they finally decided to stop.
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