*Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen and older. No underage characters are present in the story or put into suggestive situations. This story has mildly disturbing scenes, please be warned. Thank you for reading and enjoy chapter six of this story.*
The blue and red lights rotated like a carnival ride, brightening up the front of the school within the evening light. The end of summer heat kept the cold shivers that ran through my body warm. My eyes found themselves intently focused on only one thing at a time, unable to see the bigger picture of what was transpiring before me. There were four officers, one of which I had already spoken with in detail about how the bodies were found, my relationship to them, and if I knew anything else regarding their disappearance days prior. A detective from the police department was having a smoke break against the school's sign. The smoke rose from his lips into sky, before his gaze met mine. His eyes searched for something, like an answer as to why two young girls were just taken away from this world. Before he could walk over though, a familiar voice caught my attention, making me turn towards the blockage the police made. The voice made the detective agitated, throwing away his cigarette and approaching the blockade. Within a few seconds, I could hear an argument between the two men.
"You aren't allowed in, and you know this."
"Actually, I have an okay from your captain, which is who you should talk to before making accusations."
"Fucking bullshit and you know it. Why are you even doing this? You chose not to take the job."
"The pay was shitty, what else can I say."
"We both know that is not the real reason... You have one hour before I kick you off my crime scene."
"Thank you, oh great and mighty detective."
Coming into view was a man I had not seen before, yet he darted towards me with vigor, like he knew me his whole life. Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he blew the smoke above me. His gaze looked around for a moment, before locking eyes. "Conner." He pointed towards himself, making me realize he was the guy who called me randomly over the weekend.
"Why are you here?"
"Remember? The two girls who went missing?"
"Yes, but that still doesn't answer my question."
He made a noise with his teeth, before standing next to me, looking out towards the blockade he just entered from. "I'm a private investigator, one who was just hired a little while ago to find those two girls."
"Well, guess you can say the job is done."
"I would, if they were the only part of the request."
"Oh?" He ignored my inquiry, moving along at his own pace.
"Anyways, ready to head inside now?"
"Excuse me?" He didn't wait for a yes or no, instead moving towards the school. I looked back at the police, before sighing, following Conner into the building. The halls were empty, almost creepily so. It was like a scene out of a horror movie. Conner led me into the library, where police tape was everywhere. He went underneath it, paying it no mind as he investigated the library. I decided to follow him, albeit hesitantly, because he seems to think I am somehow involved in this fucked up mystery. I didn't know the girls, let alone know who could have done this. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to the dark reality I found myself in.
"So, where were they killed?"
"You are asking me, because?"
"Because."
"You are a terrible P.I."
"Says you, I happen to be a great one, thank you very much." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to pay him any mind. However, through my vision going around the room, I started to notice something that bothered me.
"They weren't killed here, in the library."
"If so, then how were they brought in here."
"Librarian wasn't here when I came in, and who knows how long she was gone for."
"Which means they could have snuck the bodies in here today."
I clicked my tongue, letting the gears in my mind go full throttle. "However, they couldn't have used the hallways due to the random nature of students who walk by."
He nodded beside me, putting a finger up to his chin for a moment, before scratching his head. "So, if you were the killer, how would you get the bodies in here?"
"I'm not the killer so, how would I... know... Goddammit..." My eyes found the slightly opened window, making me walk towards. However, before I could touch it, a hand pulled me back by my shirt's collar. "Hey!"
"Gloves." He handed me a pair of shiny black gloves, making me realize I almost contaminated the scene. I sighed slightly, putting the gloves on before opening the window fully. I stuck my head outside, seeing how close it was to the ground.
"We are on the first floor, meaning someone could have sneaked in through the window. Which means..." My eyes followed the grassy area, till it landed onto the abandoned baseball field. I put the window back to how it was, before walking out of the library, letting myself speed walk over to the field. Conner trailed behind, looking around for anything suspicious along the way. As we got there, the investigator looked perplexed at me.
"So, they buried the bodies and dug them up? Also, wouldn't this field be used regularly?"
"This field was abandoned when our baseball team dissolved. Not enough players to warrant the funding. More importantly, the shed that was used for the team was left alone. To my understanding, the shed hasn't been touched in years, and the school recommended that all students avoid going into it."
Conner entered the shed I referenced, only to grin ear to ear by the sight of what he discovered. "Well kid, guess you were right on the money." I looked inside to see a pool of blood, rushing from corner to corner in the shed. I couldn't hold it in, vomiting slightly to the side of the small storage. "Here." Conner gave me a napkin from his pocket, which I used to clean my lips. I cleared my throat, wanting to make a point of something to him.
"They still weren't killed here though."
"Indeed. However, that part doesn't matter as much as this does." He leaned against the shed, putting another cigarette into his mouth, lighting it casually before speaking again. "What this proves is that the killer is either a student, or a family member."
"Family member? Why not a teacher or staff member?"
"Too personal for something like that. This was targeted, almost to an unhealthy degree. The only teacher that would fit the bill is Ms. Makena Aguta." Hearing that name made me gulp slightly, which made Conner laugh. "You got a crush for her or something? Why the long face?"
"She is... just a really good teacher."
"Well, whether or not they are good at their job, doesn't mean they are excused from being a murderer." Before long, we were heading back towards the front, with Conner leaving me with a few words. "Keep an eye out, kid. My instinct is telling me you are involved in this case, whether you like it or not. If anything, weird happens, call me." He was going to leave my side, only to be stopped when my mother rushed over from where the police were. She held me tightly in her arms, making me almost be lifted off my feet.
"Jesus, my poor baby boy! Are you okay? Are you scared? Do you need a kiss or-" Mom stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Conner next to me, who looked weirdly scornful at her. My mother straightened her posture, sizing him up and down before talking. "Conner."
"Marci." He tossed his cigarette out, flicking it towards her boots she had on. "Picking up your son, or just passing by to see what happened? After all, a trip down memory lane was always fun for you, right?"
"A trip down memory lane would be you crying next to your brother, who is the police captain now, right? I wonder why you never decided to work with him. Maybe afraid of what would happen?" Conner stared into what I can only assume was my mother soul, before leaving his last remarks.
"Take care of your son. Lord knows you worked so hard to keep him underneath your thumb." He walked off in a hurry, probably not wanting to hear whatever response my mom would give him. The whole conversation made me a little uneasy, which caused my mom to squeeze my hand.
