A/N I This is the same story so plot changes but I felt like I could do better on some of the chapters. Make them longer, better descriptions, and make them more 'American'. I know I can do better. i would like to thank the person who commented first, the constructive criticism was very well accepted, thank-you and i have tried to do some of the things you said in the next chapters! It is the first 5 chapters probably which I will change.
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Yes, it was Jonah. Jonah aka my ex-boyfriend from Ridgeway... And from about two months ago. I should have mentioned that shouldn't I? Yeah well, we dated for about one and a half years before I broke up with him. He still was a jerk like he was in Ridgeway.
~#~Flashback~#~
I have been in my office since seven in the morning and have been working vigorously on this case which I was given the day before. None of the evidence matches, and I couldn't find any reason why anyone would want to kill this man.
The victim's name was Jonathan Williams, male, age 24, white. An average guy if you ask me. He was hit in the side of the head, stabbed in the back several times and then dumped in a dumpster outside his apartment. He didn't have any known alive blood relatives, his mom and dad died when he was five, so he went to live with his grandparents, who are now in a retirement home in Yakama.
His girlfriend was in Paris and his friends were all at the gym (they had proof). He didn't know anyone else because he had only moved here about 3 months ago.
Then it hit me, it is so obvious, right under my nose. Gosh I can be so oblivious. He had a roommate! I totally forgot about it because he wasn't in the apartment when we searched it for evidence and it was one of the other detective's jobs to find him, but I fired them because they wouldn't get me a fat shake. I slammed my hand on the desk annoyed at my stupidity and called for my team and backup.
Gun in hand; I stood outside the door of the apartment of Jonathan and to a Mr T. Roberts, his roommate. I checked whether the door was open and but it was locked. I motioned for my team to stand back, and with one swift kick, the door came off its hinges and fell to the floor. I smirked and cracked my knuckles "still got it"
"Sam!" I heard Izzy hiss from behind me, I rolled my eyes. I picked my gun up so it was at my eye level again and carefully walked into the apartment, stepping around the wrecked door. I shouted "Miami day police, don't move" as we flooded into the apartment to search for the suspect. I came to the lounge and saw about ten men, eyes wide with fear. They stopped and started at me and put the beer bottles down.
"Who here is Thomas Roberts?" no one moved, sounded like no one was breathing either. I rolled my eyes, "If you don't tell me who here is Thomas Roberts, I can get you all arrested for harbouring a fugitive, so I'll ask one last time" I paused for effect "who here is Thomas Roberts?" I raised my voice at the end. It took all I had to not shout my head off. One man, who looked like he was about to piss his pants out of fear, pointed to the man cowering in the corner. The man gave his the most evil eyes; I swear I heard him spit "you'll pay for this"
After we had got Thomas in handcuffs and in the back of the cop car, I went back up to have a look for more evidence in his room. Once I was in there I started looking for the murder weapon. "Sam?" upon hearing my name I quickly spun around to see who it was and what they wanted. But it wasn't one of my team. It was the man who pointed to Thomas, he looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Can I help you?" as I studied the man's face as my eyebrows scrunched together.
"It's me, Jonah… from Ridgeway" he said gesturing to himself, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. "You must recognise me Sam" his eyes seemed desperate
That's who it was. I would never have guessed. He had grown his hair so it was long(ish) and a stubbly beard. He had filled out and grown a lot so he didn't have the same skinny physique which could be wedgie bounced.
I smiled, I don't know why, he tried to kiss my best friend, but somehow, being reminded of my past made me smile. It made me remember how much simpler things were back then, and how I took it for granted.
"Of course, how could I forget?"
~#~End of flashback~#~
We dated for about a year when things started to go wrong. My job started to get in the way, and then his did to. About two months ago I saw him with someone, and I KNEW it wasn't his cousin because who makes out with their cousin. So I decided to take a break, I was going to breakup with him anyway, this just gave me more motive. He begged me to take him back but he started to get a bit obsessive, ringing me every chance, leaving messages on my answer phone, texting me 24/7. I ended up getting a new phone with a new number, so I wouldn't get his texts with his pathetic excuses and cheesy pickup lines to see whether I would date him again. I never did.
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I told Izzy and Carly that exact thing. Carly's face turned from shocked to sympathetic to annoyed.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME! What happened to no secrets?" I have never seen her like this mad at me, it was quite scary honestly. I had no answer, because honestly I didn't know why I didn't tell her. I didn't keep it as a secret, I never snuck out of the house to see him, or pretend I was texting someone else; Carly never asked. I just shrugged my shoulders, tears brimming in my eyes "didn't you learnt the first time?"
I collapsed on the couch not fighting the tears anymore. I grabbed a cushion shoved my face in it and soaking it with my tears. "I t-t-thought h-h-he had ch-ch-changed" I hiccupped, "d-do you think if I had g-g-got back together with him he wouldn't have b-b-been murdered?" I looked up knowing that either answer would make me feel worse.
Izzy rubbed my back "I don't know… I just don't know"