Sunshine streamed through the heavy curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow and gently tickling her cheeks awake. With a languid yawn she stretched against the warm sheets, her body relishing the delicious tingles left behind by the seduction of the night.
Oh and what a night it had been! Rosaline's sleepy eyes still lingered in her memories, so warm, close and intimate. Passion and tenderness she couldn't have imagined before, all of them united in the gentle touches and maddening kisses of one man. Her Adam. A warm tingle spread through her body as soon as her thoughts started to stir awake more and more of the delicious moments they had shared.
A persistent banging soon tore her from the early morning reverie though, her arms reaching out and clutching only the empty sheets. Rosaline's eyes popped open instantly, an ugly suspicion starting to weave its spell around her fragile heart.
"Adam?" She called out again and again.
Jumping out of the bed she raced to the bathroom, only to find the door wide open. Her vision was growing more and more blurry with every step taken.
He wouldn't ... he couldn't have left, could he? Not just like this, not without a word! Or a note perhaps! That must have been it, a note.
She raced back into the bedroom, throwing the sheets aside, checking the nightstand, turning every pillow, she even looked under the bed. With disappointment in her heart and slumped shoulders she paddled into the kitchen.
Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the neatly set table, the pile of fresh croissants and the mug of steaming hot coffee. She wanted to dance, wanted to shout, wanted to cry in joy. Then she noticed it, a single serving. He had not intended to stay after all.
The realization made her feel dizzy and faint. He had just left. After all they had shared the previous night, the passion, the desire, empty words, probably just meant for seduction, to get into her pants the easy way. God, what a moron she had been! What an idiot to fall for his lines!
Her head throbbed painfully and the pounding only seemed to get worse with the ever so persistent banging on her front door.
"Go away!" She barked at the door angrily, yet the knocking only grew louder.
Wiping the angry tears off her face and tightened the robe around her waist, she took a deep breath and headed for the door. Whomever decided to disturb her in the middle of her most terrible morning was certainly in for the argument of his life!
"I said go away! Can't you people understand even that much!" She yelled while unlocking the bottom lock and checking the chain and bolt to be still in place.
"I won't say it again! Leave me alone, or I'll call the police!"
"That should be hardly necessary Miss, as we are already here," a smooth male voice replied from behind the badge slid through the crack of the door. "I am Special Agent Fredericks and this is my partner, Special Agent Smith. We would like to speak to Rosaline May Duke, please."
She looked back and forth between the two men, decidedly disturbed by the heavy sunglasses covering their eyes.
"May I ... may I ask what your business is with her?" She ventured tentatively.
The dark suits and the professional behavior both of the men displayed made her nervous. Her eyes traveled from the neatly cut beard of the tall Nordic bear of a man in front of her to the slight five o'clock shadow of his partner. The first one was intimidating by his size alone, never mind his smooth manners, while the latter, standing quietly behind him, radiated an intensity that made the tiny hairs stand up at Rosaline's nape.
"We are looking for witnesses, clues concerning an incident that occurred last night in the downtown area. We were hoping to speak to Miss Duke and ask her a few questions, that is all," he answered slipping off his sunglasses and revealing a most appealing pair of clear blue eyes.
His smile was easy and warm, making Rosaline feel a little bit more at ease.
"I have to apologize for such an early intrusion, we certainly don't mean to impose, Miss. It would be just a couple of question and we'll be on our way."
Downtown area, he had said. Just like the park. Whether or not that was the incident he was implying, at least they would spare her a most humiliating walk to the station, Rosaline reasoned, finally opening the door.
"I ... I am Rosaline Duke. Sorry about the yelling before. It's been just ... the stress of getting ready, the early morning rush. I ... I am not exactly used to having the police waking me in the mornings either."
She rambled on, her nerves surfacing once again. Agent Fredericks proved charming and a perfect gentlemen though, carrying on the small talk with a natural ease, gratefully accepting the coffee she offered. He had an engaging personality, perfectly balancing his professional attitude and the compassionate timbre in his voice that made Rosaline want to trust this stranger.
"So, how may I help you?" She asked finally, gathering her thoughts and taking her own seat opposite Fredericks at the small kitchen table.
"First of all, Miss Duke, I would like to emphasize that you are not under any kind of suspicion here. Suspects are taken in for investigation and are offered coffee by us, not the other way around," he explained, charming a relieved smile from her.
"Well, that is nice to hear, I think."
"Indeed. I would like to ask you to keep that in mind in the course of our conversation, Miss Duke, alright?"
"Alright."
"Good. Now, could you tell me what you have been doing last night?"
He took a casual sip of his coffee, the slight blush rising in her cheeks never escaping his attention though.
"Oh, I ... it just started as the usual Friday night routine, really."
"Meaning?"
"I was at the library, studying. I often forget about the time when there. One moment I sit down to read and the next thing I know is that they are about to close the place for the night." She explained with a nervous chuckle.
"I see. What time have you left the library then, approximately?"
"Well, as I said, it was almost closing time, so that would have been around 10 pm."
"Where did you go from there?"
"I was in a hurry. I wanted to catch the last bus home so I took a short cut through the park across the street."
"Bentley Park?"
"Yes. I don't normally like to go there, especially not after dark ... there are all kinds of spooky rumors that go around on campus about that place. I was running late though and didn't really have another option."
"I see. While crossing the Park, did you notice anything suspicious, anything abnormal?"
