บททั้งหมดของ SELENE WOODS : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

He moved his long legs, striding towards me with a suave look. "I heard you were in an accident and being hospitalized, so i thought i would come pay a visit." - He smiled, shoving the large bouquet in my face. I said nothing, blankly staring at him as if he were some transparent being that i could look past. "How kind of you, though i doubt if it was necessary." - I pushed back the lilies in his hands, frowning in disgust. He gave me a pretentious look, feigning worry between his brows - too bad it wasn't sincere enough. "These are lilies, don't you like them?.Or does my mere presence displease you?" - He spoke softly, his dark eyes lingering on me.I scoffed, mentally rolling my eyes - I politely refuse his flowers and he tries to guilt trip me......what exactly did he take me for?. A fool perhaps?!" Is this his child?" I rested my gaze on Dean's little frame as he slept in a coma, perking my brows up a bit - Was he asking about Richard?. It was quite clear, giving that the t

There was silence.I exhaled, reclining into my seat as i stared at the detective with blank eyes, finding his subtle threat not a bit humorous. "Don't you think that it's too early to play the suspects game?" - I curled my lips, watching his gaze falter.He laughed wrily, "It was meant to be humor, i guess that Miss hasn't heard of such jokes before." - He nodded his head slowly, his eyes staring at me as if wanting to instill fear into my whole.I remained calm, unperturbed by his little psychological tricks - I had seen things far worse than that."It's just that I'm merely wondering,this isn't the first murder that you've been linked to. And i find it too eery to cross it out as a mere coincidence, i was hoping that you could bear with me." - He added in a deep, professional tone.I sat up, my fingers entangled together. "It's true, it's too strange to cross it out as a mere coincidence." - I spoke calmly,my words edged with double meanings. I shot the detective a look, wearing a

I stared at the funeral home, it's grand columns now a pole to withering weeds. The courtyard looked dusty and very unkempt with pieces of scattered furnitures placed at every nook, silence hung heavy as a veil and it gave off an intense, somber air. The dried, fallen leaves made a crisp, crunching sound as we walked through a paved pathway. The funeral home looked like a church.....a church solely meant for the dead. "Let's go in." - Richard adjusted his tie, his arm hovering above my shoulders as he rasped. He held me, leading me towards the oakwood doors, then we walked through the long, winding, dark corridors. The air was stale and vaguely musty, nothing like the fresh outdoor breeze.....this was far too suffocating. Richard paused by a door, flashing a quick smile, his hands just inches away from the door knob. I exhaled, not needing a shaman to tell me what was behind that door. I gave a small, reassuring nod, certain that i could carry on with this. He said nothing, calml

"I find it quite shocking that you would want to meet up with a suspect like me, detective." - I spoke coolly with a faint hint of amusement in my tone. Detective Davis turned away, his eyes almost evasive, the rhythmic sounds of his foot tapping against the floor boards lingered in my ears. " Don't overthink it,this isn't something I'd usually do...." - He paused, rubbing his nose with his fingers while sounding anxious - like he was at his breaking point. I smiled but it never reached my eyes, "Mr Detective seems to have it all wrong, I'm not the type to overthink about anything. But it seems to me like you've met a roadblock on your investigation and are now having a hard time requesting for my assistance." - I waved my hands, calling the attention of passing waitress. Ignoring Davis' slightly widened eyes as he expressed his disbelief." Ma'am, what would you like to order? "- The waitress holding a small tab leaned over with a small smile, her voice timidly polite as she spoke

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added. The traffic lights turned green and i smiled coldly. " What can i say about it......?." - I mused softly . " Unfortunately nothing." " As i had said earlier, i'm just a citizen with a right sense of justice. And i can only achieve that justice by aiding your work, Detective Davis. I already think that i'm on the right path, if i truly wanted to diverge...i would have done things my way from the start." - I spoke humorlessly. Detective Davis exhaled