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A few years ago, back when Bellamy and I were still nowhere near being friends or in the proximity to actually stomach to be around him for longer than necessary, I had the great displeasure meeting Murphy. The guy was as exasperated and horrible as he is now, and at the time who could blame him when he favored Bellamy the Frustrating Ass of the Universe's company, but Murphy always rubbed me in the wrong way hence why I never grew to like or tolerate him despite my later growing-relationship with Bellamy.
Anyways there was one time when I was butting-heads with Bellamy about some police case that I had once again decided to investigate for myself, which meant getting myself in danger that Bellamy or anyone else in the police department could risk happening in case my mother got the wind about her responsible yet adrenaline-hooked daughter's life at risk, and somewhere along the line Murphy got brought in to the conversation.
"Damn it, Princess! You're not getting yourself involved in this. It's police matter, you can't go and talk to an unstable witness by yourself."
I remember rolling my eyes and impatiently waiting for him to shut his mouth, but if you knew Bellamy then that was definitely not going to happen. And that was when Murphy got involved in our discussion.
"I can go with her," Murphy told him; with the same arrogant smirk on his case that wouldn't have reassured a blind man for his proposition. "I've good contacts where she's going and I can keep an eye on her, making sure she stays out of trouble."
That was when my patience had run out with both men. "No thanks. I rather go with the local psychopath."
Murphy chuckled. "You forget, Sweetheart, that I am the local psychopath."
He wasn't really, unless you count being the leader of the small-town crime ring who likes to switch sides ever so often, a psychopath. Nonetheless you can imagine that after hearing his response that I wanted nothing more to be like Octavia or Raven and simply punch the lights out of Murphy just to spare the rest of the world. Now I actually regret that I didn't do it while I still had the chance. Stupid Clarke. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Clarke found herself walking further and further into the wolf den, while thinking over and over why she came for Murphy's help to begin with. Her doubts certainly didn't ease up as they walked past prostitutes ready to see their Johns, drug dealers bagging the last load of crack before hitting the streets to sell their poison to naïve and foolish high school and college kids before they finally reached a private space with a huge couch and coffee table that was right next to a bar. There were only a few occupants in the room with them, including the bartender who had his back turned and clearly not invested in what they were going to do. Lovely, it's a perfect place to hold a business meeting. Well…if you are part of the Corleone mob family. So yeah, I feel safer already.
They sat down on the couch. She sat a good and safe distance away from him, which he unlike most other people in the world and this town for that matter seemed more than okay with and most certainly didn't take any offense by it, and waited quietly to give her piece so that she would leave. Which she had absolutely no problem following.
"All right, Detective Royal, show or describe to me whoever these women you think I would know." Murphy said, leaning back in his seat with his arms folded against his chest. She retrieved her purse that had been hanging on her right shoulder and placed it on the coffee table before she began to search inside to find her sketchbook, seeing as she hadn't been able or allow to take good pictures with her camera due to Bellamy's interference but was fortunate to have remembered enough details to draw a realistic sketch, and found the brown leather book and placed on the table next to her purse. Then she turned to the pages and stopped when she found what she had been looking for and then showed the book to Murphy.
"Is one of these women one of your girls?" Clarke looked at him, focusing on any distinctive changes in his expression in order to interpret whether he was trying to lie to her or not. One could not think I was going to simply trust on his word alone, right? Seriously, he has no reason to tell me the truth other than the hanging threat to destroy his life, but that alone is not enough reassurance to me. And besides, people lie all the time and Murphy is no exception to that statement.
Murphy's facial expression stayed in neutral as his eyes shifted between the two sketches, and while she didn't know enough to read him as person, but she could still see that his eyes shimmered with recognition. "I know who these women are, in fact they work…or used to work for me. I thought they decided to get out of the game since I haven't heard from them for a couple of days, but they're dead?"
She nodded her head, but didn't let his seemingly shocked reaction make her drop her guard. "Who are they?"
"The first one is a local girl named Fox. I don't know whether it is her first or last name, but she went by that name during her duration here. The other one is not a local girl, just turned up here a couple of weeks ago, so I don't really know her that well. However I do know she mostly handled female Johns, Niylah."
Niylah? Where I have a heard that name before? I thought that I was being silly or tried from the adrenaline from the shooting when I saw her back at the crime scene and I thought I had seen her before, but now I'm almost certain that is not the situation here.
"Tell me more about them." Clarke asked, almost demanded him to answer and give her everything he knew about them. "The more I know the chances for me to figure out what happened and who did this to them. So talk, man. Talk."
"As you wish your majesty," Murphy replied, with a smirk on his face while mockingly bowing at her demand. But he quickly began explaining before she had the opportunity to give him an annoyed glare, which was good for him otherwise she would have no clue for how long she could refrain herself from doing some type of bodily harm on him that would most certainly bring her some joy, but could get her arrested on assault charges that would probably bring joy to Bellamy and the rest of the police department. And that is the kind of joy I'm not willing to give to Bellamy, Pike and the rest of the town for that matter. I rather drown myself before I stoop so low that Pike finally gets the opportunity to get rid of me completely.
If Raven didn't know any better she would have said that the almost frantic (he would ferociously deny it if he knew she thought he sounded frantic) phone call she received from Bellamy regarding Clarke supposed disappearance was a sign of his true hidden feelings towards his former love, but her thoughts were halted when she learned the circumstances behind Clarke missing in action state. What the hell? She found something and was now out there on her own without telling anyone about it. God, Bellamy's going to kill her, and I might actually help him doing it because Clarke shouldn't be doing undercover gigs or any PI activities without telling her, Monty or Lincoln at least.
"She should go back to hell where she belong." Jasper slurred from the alcohol. He was barely conscious on her couch, but somehow still managed to comprehend what was going on and voiced his clear opinion about the matter. Which made her heart ache seeing her two friends sad, broken and apparently destructive over the terrible events that happened three years ago, especially when they got everyone else caught up in the horrible aftermath.
Raven sighed, while promptly ignoring his comment and continued to talk to Monty about the situation with Clarke. "What do you think is going on with her? I mean ever since she came back she's been acting like a crazy version of the Lone Ranger, without the equally sane but insane Tonto on her side. She pushes us away, refuses to tell us anything that is going on with her unless she has to and that includes her getting shot and this mess."
"Do you think it has to do with you know Mt. Weather or something else?" Monty asked, and then pulled his cup of coffee to his lips to drink the hot and bitter liquid and placed it back on the table after one sip.
"Maybe, I don't know. She was never forth coming about what was going on with her life during those three years, but if there is something else going on with her then we need to do something otherwise she's going to be on the first train to the underworld where Jasper want her to be."
Monty snorted. "He said hell. Not the underworld. According to Bellamy, there is a huge difference between the two terms."
Raven rolled her eyes exasperated. Of course he did. He's the biggest history and mythology geek in this town, hell probably in this world. I wonder how Clarke and Octavia managed to not pull out their hairs in annoyance, listening to him lecture about Emperor Augustus or tell stories about Hades and Persephone. "Doesn't matter. The things we need to focus on right now is to find her and then possibly fix whatever is going on in that crazy head of hers. I mean she's our friend, although she's not being a perfect example of one right now, but nonetheless she's still our friend and we need to help her."
And just as she finished her motivational speech a cell phone started to ring. She pulled out her phone from her jacket pocket to see if whoever was calling, only to find out that it wasn't her cell phone that ringing. It was in fact Monty's and with a confused expression on his face he answered the phone. "Hello?"
She didn't hear who was on the other end of the phone, but she quickly deduced whom it was when his eyes dilated in a mixture between surprise, relief and concern. And her deduction was only confirmed when he muttered her name and literally began interrogating her over the phone, "Clarke? What the hell is going on? Are you okay? Where are you?"
Still couldn't hear what her dear friend was saying, but whatever she said to Monty was not at all comforting to him and wasn't going to accept whatever excuse she cooked up for him.
"I don't care that you're safe and that I shouldn't worry, because seriously I am worried and I'm not the only one who is either. Bellamy has called everyone about you. Raven, Lincoln, Octavia, and even Jasper. God, damn it Clarke. Just talk to us; let us in so that we can help you. Starting with telling us where you are."
He went quiet for a moment, simply listening to whatever Clarke told him, and said almost astonished, "You're where?"
Where the hell is she if Monty responds like that. Raven was sick of listening to this, and forced the phone out of his hand and shouted into the phone without a single care if she was bursting Clarke's eardrums in the process.
"Clarke! Get home right now or else I'm coming down there to kick your ass for making everyone go out of their minds in concern for your safety and well-being."
Whatever Clarke was going to say to save or defend herself she didn't get the chance to say it, because there were someone yelling in the background and the next thing she knew she heard loud sounds that most certainly sounded like gunshots.
"DUCK!" Clarke yelled into the phone or whomever she was with, and then she heard another gunshot and then the phone disconnected. But as everything happened Raven tried desperately to gain some sort of comfort or control over the situation and numerously yelled her friend's name into the phone in vain.
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