The Man in Cabona

Taylor’s POV

Becky and I stayed in the living room as Simon and the detective talked in the backyard,

“What do you think he is asking about?” Becky asked. She was just as curious as me.

“I don't know. Becky, I just realized there is literally nothing I know about Kelvin”, I said,

“How do you mean?” Becky asked,

“I don't know where he is from, I don't know any of his friends except Simon. There is literally nothing I can do to help the detective to find the person that killed him. I feel so useless” I said with a sign. I should have had all the answers, but I didn't.

Was I so self-centered that I never tried to find out more about the man I claimed to love?

“Well, now that you mention it, none of us ever did. Kelvin never talked about himself, and even when he did, he didn't say much. I remember telling you how mysterious I thought he was when you first introduced me to him”, Becky pointed out,

“Yeah, I remember” I answered. Just then, the detective and Simon walked in,

“I will be taking my leave” the detective said,

“I will walk you to the door”, I suggested, and escorted him out,

“I'm leaving for France tomorrow morning” he suddenly said.

“What, why?” I asked, confused.

“A day before he died, Kelvin went to France to meet a man called Vincent Vincenzo”. The detective said, I tried to remember the exact day,

Kelvin had told me he had gone to the countryside for some work-related issues. He had told me his phone wouldn't go through, and he would call me when he was back. How the hell did he leave the country and lie about it?

“I am thinking whoever this man is knows who might have killed your fiancé” The detective said.

“I am coming with you”, I told him.

“No, this could be dangerous. I will be back and will keep you informed, Miss Dante”, the detective quickly said.

“I think Dad forgot to mention that I am quite unusual. I am going with you, that's final, and it's Taylor” I said. The detective simply stared at me. He probably didn't think I was serious.

“I will pick you up in the morning. We are using my Dad's private jet”, I told him. The man looked uncertain.

“Miss Dante…”

“It's Taylor, just Taylor, detective”. I corrected him

“I don't think your Dad will be pleased with this” he said, making me laugh.

“My Dad doesn't care about me, his opinion doesn't matter anyway. I will see you tomorrow, detective.”

“It's Lucas, since we are now on a first-name basis” he said. I nodded.

“I will see you tomorrow” I said, and closed the door as he walked out.

“I am going to France” I said when I reached the living room.

“What?” Both Simon and Becky said at the same time.

“I'm going to France tomorrow morning. The detective thinks we might get some answers if we talk to the last person Kelvin went to see before he died”, I explained. 

“But it could be dangerous, you don't have to go there yourself”. Simon said,

“Yeah, I mean you don't even know the person you are going to meet” Becky agreed with him.

“That's the point, I know it's too late, but I want to know Kelvin more and if it means getting on a plane just to get to the bottom of this, then I am okay with it because I know I won't be able to handle it if I remain here wondering what the hell the detective found. It will drive me crazy. I want to have something to do, something to keep me busy, so I don't die with my depression”. My voice was beginning to break, so I stopped talking,

“Oh honey” Becky hugged me,

“I'm just worried that this isn't a good idea. How am I going to take care of you if you are so far away?” She asked, kissing my forehead.

“I have been such a cry baby, you deserve some rest. Besides, I think that detective will protect me. He has big muscles” I jokingly said, making us both laugh,

“He wouldn't win a fight with me despite his big muscles though,” Simon spoke,

“And our little Becky here is head over heels in love with him already” I chinned in.

“Really Becky? You got over me so quick, am hurt” Simon said, faking a sad expression. Becky and I exchanged looks,

She was accusing me with her eyes. I shook my head, wanting to ensure her I didn't say anything to Simon about her crush on him.

“You two are acting weird, I was only joking!” Simon said, looking at us with raised eyebrows.

“Did I miss something here?” He asked. Becky had a look of relief on her face and we both answered with a ‘’no’ at the same time.

That evening, I began to pack a few stuff while Becky watched,

“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?” She asked. She had stopped trying to convince me not to go. She now wanted to come along, but I couldn't allow it, it could be dangerous, and I didn't want anything to happen to her.

“I deserve a moment alone with the most handsome man on the planet’’ I joked,

“Hey, his mine. You just take good care of him there in France”, Becky said.

“Did you think I sold you out to Simon?” I asked with a serious expression.

“Yes I did” she said with a sign,

“You are my best friend Becky. I thought you knew better than that. I would never make you like that”, I told her. Becky let out a sign

“I know, and I'm sorry, I just thought, since Simon is your friend, it might have somehow slipped” she said,

“I still think you should come clean about your feelings for him before you lose him, tomorrow is too late to wait, live in the moment” Becky and I had this conversation a dozen times before,

“I don't know. I believe when the time is right, everything will fall in place” she said with a sign,

“Okay, let me get some sleep. France, here I come!” I yelled, falling on the bed and pulling Becky in for a tight embrace…