Timmy woke up with a sharp pain in his left cheek. He also felt a cool touch on it as if somebody put an antiseptic cream on the bruise. The events came back to his mind, he was fully clad and there was no sign of any activity being taken place.
He found a sticky note on the table, which read, "I did it again; knocked you out. You have to understand when to shut your stupid mouth. Ps-I've applied some antiseptic cream on your bruise and lifted you to your, bed. Your apartment has yale lock, so it won't be an issue."
Timmy smiled sadly, "So it was all my pent up fantasy. It never happened, I dreamt about it when I was out cold. Guess Chester was right." It was already 6 in the evening. He had to make preparations for the dinner.
(Vicki's problems)
"Why he has to be such an idiot? Can't he realize that he sucks at comforting me? How many times I've to hit him so it goes through his thick skull?" Vicki was boiling in anger over the recent encounter with her partner.
"He wasted a great deal of our time, we could have thought up a plan and got some more leads but no he had to act all high and mighty, serves him right." Vicki was never wrong in her own eyes. She often did made other's miserable but never felt guilty for it. She knew that hard choices are to be made and blood has to shed, but not her's. She was hard-wired in this way, that's why only Ricky could break through, only he could reach her.
"Now I should be focusing on the case. The doppelgänger surely poisoned her, while she offered her water. Now the culprit wanted to silence Veronica so that beans aren't spilled. But how could they know that Veronica was going to spill the beans? What the hell she was going to confess?"
It appeared in her mind in an instant, "Hmm, now I get it, Veronica didn't plan the murder in the first place somebody planned it for her. When Veronica wanted to spill the beans she was silenced. Fair enough, but how the culprit knew she was going to blabber up? Why Veronica didn't say anything when we caught her?"
Vicki took out her cell-phone and wrote an email to the service provider of Veronica's cell phone, demanding the call records for the last one month.
"I don't feel like cooking anything and I can't go back to the twerp, he is probably out cold." Vicki took out her hoody, it was quite chilly for mid September.
Vicki was mindfully finishing her pizza, though the taste was average, but to a hungry person any edible thing tastes like nectar and she was damn hungry in the first place. So when her phone beeped, she was quite flustered as her hands were busy.
She finished the pizza and pulled out her phone, the provider has already emailed her all the numbers dialled from Veronica's phone. Most of the numbers were her of her colleagues and contacts, only one number looked unidentified. It didn't belong to anybody on her contact list. Suddenly a plan appeared on the back of her mind and with a very innocent face he approached the customer sitting at the next table.
"Excuse me sir, my balance has run out, can I borrow your phone for a second?" the request was coupled with a very angelic smile and a sugary façade which Vicki are Vicki's signature move to get a favour out of complete strangers.
The man fell Victim to her class act, she dialled the number, a female voice asked
"Who is this?"
Vicki replied in an innocent voice,
"Sorry Miss Amanda, your order wouldn't be delivered within another week."
"What the heck, it's a wrong number." the person sounded grumpy.
"Sorry my bad."
She ended the call, "Good thing that his mobile has this recording feature, now I just need to send it via blue-tooth, yup done." She handed back the mobile to the unsuspecting person with a very sweet smile and extravagantly praising his selfless kindness.
Vicki returned home like a victor, "Ah, now I need to call the up the cyber cell, they will perform a search of this voice on Veronica's contact number was contacted by her once every day in last week, it's surely an important for her or became important in the recent past."
(Cyber fibre)
Vicki had a quite a cordial relationship with the cyber cell, they had helped her big-time in a couple of cases in the past. So when Vicki asked their favour to sample out all the vooices from Veronica's contact list and then match it with the voice which she recorded previously, they obliged.
"It would take some time, Vicki. I'll give you the results tomorrow asap." Bill Vardy assured.
"I'm counting on you guys." Vicki encouraged the geeks of the department.
(With Timmy)
"I've learnt my lesson. She hates me, she doesn't desire my assistance, she is fine all alone. Her relationship with me is strictly professional and it should remain so." Timmy chastised his mind. He wanted to clamp down the amorous fluttering in his chest due to his partner's presence.
"The pain is almost gone and the bruise is fading out. So I guess it's ok." Timmy thought before entering the big building, his department is on the 7th floor.
"Morning." Vicki wished him without taking her eyes off the case files.
"Same to you." Timmy replied and dragged out his chair.
Suddenly the phone on his desk rang violently, he received it.
"Vicki we have to move, there's been an incident in 3rd Broad Street." Vicki's eyes lit up, just like a hound picking up the scent of a rabbit.