Burgular Thwarted... Sucessful drug bust…Team meeting rescheduled…yada yada yada… My email messages bored me so I opened a new tab on my web browser to house my Facebook page. A few more clicks and I was mapquesting the directions to the Newton's house.
"Where ya headed?" Jones. I didn't give him the satisfaction of startling me even though he'd mysteriously appeared right next to my ear. I did however earn a satisfactory groan when I quickly slammed the laptop shut before he could discern my destination.
"Nunya." I picked up the lightweight machinery and headed towards my room in the two bedroom apartment. Courtesy of the Sarge.
"It is if it involves the case." An exaggerated exhale did not suffice when it came to showing how truly aggravated I was by the fact that my colleague roommate had taken up a new hobby of following me around the living space.
"I'm following a lead I have." When I turned around to face him he was just staring, waiting for me to elaborate. I gave in. "I've managed to fall in with Isabella Swan's group of friends at the high school." He nodded his head as if he were impressed with my work. I didn't feel a need to say anymore so I stepped into my room. Of course, he entered as well before I could shut the door. I discarded the laptop within my closet. This thing's larger than the one I have at my place.
"What…is this?" I turned to see him standing over my bed holding up a piece of my clothing. His questioning eye brow alerted me to the fact that he really had no idea what he was holding. My hands automatically went to my hips.
"What if I said it's underwear?" He started to drop the article of clothing but only let it twirl on his index finger. His expression was torn between releasing the offending cloth and holding it for his more…private desires. Perv. "It's a skirt." I told him blandly but he didn't look as if he believed me. "It's a super mini skirt."
"It's super mini alright." He finally tossed it back on the bed. "Are you gonna wear it?" His voice took on a wavering tone between concern and excitement.
"Yeah. I need it for my lead." His eyes squinted. Apparently that wasn't a very normal explanation.
"What kind of lead is this?"
"I'm going to a party. Where there are friends. Friends of Isabella Swan." I explained in as patronizing a tone as I could muster at the moment.
"Can I come?" His eyes lit up and I couldn't believe the way I almost instinctively gave in to those bright blue pools he had the nerve to call eyes.
"First off, I'm going to this party so that I can get forthcoming answers from a group teenagers. And the best way to do that is when they're intoxicated. In order to do so, said group of irresponsible teens need to believe that I'm just as irresponsible and reckless as they are so I need to blend. Yes I'm going to wear the skirt and no you are not coming with." I explained as tactfully as possible.
"But why not Natalie? I can help you interrogate the underage drunks." He was starting to get into that annoying insistent mode.
"No 18 year old goes to a party with their nearly thirty year old brother. That's not cool so get over it." I had to be harsh with him, it's the only way to save him from himself. His kicked puppy dog look was starting to get to me. "Have you found out anything?"
"Yeah," Good he's pulling himself together. "I met a few of the older women while I was in town. One woman in particular, her name was uh…Mrs. Newton I believe." Newton?
"Did she say anything about having a son?"
"Yeah actually," he gave me this look as if he were confused as to why I was asking such a question."I think she said his name was Max or Mitch-"
"Mike?"
"Yeah that's it. Anyway, turns out she owns a hardware/outdoors store. I stopped in trying to keep up with the whole pretense of being new in town and buying stuff to fix up the place. She was telling me all about the town and the people. Real busybody if you ask me, but she pretty much filled me in on everything that happened to the town in the last three years."
"Yeah and?"
"And it turns out that she knew our dead Swan girl. Isabella worked for her for a while. She knew a lot about the family." This was apparently where the story got good because he decided to make himself comfortable. On my bed.
"Okay so what's the scoop?" I really wanted him to hurry up with the info. I needed to know if he'd gotten farther than me in the investigation that'd only been going on for 6 days.
"Turns out, Isabella Swan per Mrs. Newton belonged to a picturesque family. Father as we know is the Police Chief Charlie Swan and a stay-at home mother, Renee." I found it interesting since this was the first time the mother was mentioned. Up until then I'd assumed her dead as well." Happy home up until about 2 years ago when she up and ran out on her husband and child. Married a minor leaguer named Phil."
"Phil…" I was hoping he'd give me more than a first name. He just shrugged.
"I don't watch baseball. I've no clue who he could be." Guess we'll just have to do a little digging when the time comes.
"Why do you think the mother was never mentioned?"
"Newton says Charlie, being who he is, may not have told her. Or he just doesn't know how to contact her." Now that, I found surprising. The idea that the woman could be running around the country with her mysterious beau without the slightest inclination that her child has been dead and buried for weeks was definitely something that needed to be looked into.
"We'll need to have a face to face with Charlie at some point. Find out a little about Renee. See if she was a strong factor in Isabella Swan's suicide." Jones nodded his head so I knew he agreed with me but the slight flaring of his nostrils told me he was thinking about something else. "What is it?"
"In order to get to Chief Swan and get those questions, one of us will have to become someone he really trusts really fast. Considering that someone your age wouldn't get close to him unless you're a delinquent, I guess that leaves me developing a joy of hanging out with middle aged men." I really wanted to laugh at how calmly he said all that.
"That shouldn't be too hard."
"How's that?"
"You're practically middle aged yourself. You'll fit right in." He held my gaze for all of two seconds before sliding off my bed and stalking to another room of the apartment. I'm getting good at this it's almost too easy to get under his skin.
A/N: I need to apologize for not updating this in like a month. I would have apologized earlier but I didn't want to just post an A/N with no story (cuz those irritate me)I need to explain that although I haven't received that many responses for this story I am going to continue it, I just want to finish up my DimPrint trilogy first then continue with this. I really only put up the first few chaps to see if I would get positive responses and I did so I will continue so dont worry there aren't that many chaps left in the other story, this one will pick up I promise! I love reviews!
