🚂 Ribbons with Strings.🥀

🚂 Chapter three. {Wrong train.} 🧣🧸

"I hate it when he does that, it literally makes my whole body shudder.." Anastasia said before she let out a heavy sigh, her delicate hands soon touched the cold black keyboard again, and went through some files, "Who's our suspects again?" Anastasia asked her partner Edgar, he grabbed the paper that has a list of names from the people who are current suspects to a few victims,
"Scott Whitlock, David Campbell, Isabella Woods, Rebecca jones, Tiffany Rodgers, Jack duckstein, Kelob Madden, James fisher, Ashley Laurier, and that's about it." Edgar said quietly leaving Anastasia in a quiet state before something came in mind fast, "we forgot one more.." Anastasia said. "what?.." Edgar said as his eyes widened a bit, very surprised before cold sweat started to form upon his smooth face, "who?.." he asked "Chloe rider."  "Oh yeah..you're.. right,"

"do we have files of her? Or any information?" She questioned Edgar, eyes still glued to her screen trying to find some files.

"No, I don't think so, besides her home address." "then we gonna need to gather information. She was apart of this case," says Anastasia. "Alright."

Time passed. . . Anastasia was getting dressed, She fitted on her bra before putting on  a white buttoned sleeved shirt, she then put on a formal textured trench coat, and some black tights on, and a Long pencils skirt, with black Mary Jane shoes. And gloves. She wore two thin belts on her, and put her black dark curly hair in a up ponytail, some of her curls was over her face, she made it into a decent bang afterwards, as for Edgar.

He also wore a buttoned shirt, and soon put on a dark textured silky coat, a longer trench coat than Anastasia's. He placed pants on, and a belt tucked in neatly, he placed some socks on his feet, and some decent shoes. He buttoned up his coat, and placed on his black gloves before putting on his hat, he carried a few safety weapons on him just in case.

He then glanced at his partner Anastasia. She also was carrying stuff on her too, she caught him staring as she made eye contact with him, "what?" She asked clearly confused.

"You not going out like that are you?.." "I am? What's the matter?" She replied back to Edgar, as he facepalmed, "this isn't fashion magic," Edgar said. "never made it seem like one." Anastasia said, "Little miss classic core, you're wearing a pencil skirt, and some heels. What if we needed to run or something?.

"You act like I was born yesterday, you see, even clothes can be weapons when nothing else can." She stated, Edgar rolled his eyes, "and how will you run in heels." "I've run in heels before. They don't stop me. So does pencil skirts. If it tears it tears." She smiled as Edgar sighed. "Have it your way" "it is my way. Always" she grinned. They then approached the office door, Anastasia's hand was carefully placed on the handle before she turned it and opened it, she walked out before Edgar as he then shut the door behind him, they walked down the hall.
The sound of heels and shoes stomping gently on the fabric textured floor echoed through the halls. "Alright Chloe rider.." Anastasia murmured to herself, staring at Chloe's picture.

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"You where supposed to be taken to Paris?.. oh shit.." Antonio said clearly shocked.
"This.. this isn't good." Alasdair muttered in great panic, as he stood up and tried to approach Antonio's door but was soon stopped by Antonio, he grasp his own hand into Alasdair's and soon held his wrist. "ANTONI—-" "don't move." Antonio said as Alasdair was soon sat forcefully on Antonio's lap held back as a heavy bump made the place shake a bit. "What the fu-.." "I get this everyday. A strange bump and I don't have any idea.." Antonio cut Alasdair off, he sounded serious, feeling Antonio's tight grasp on his hips and waist, holding him securely. A knock soon appeared at Antonio's door already, which draws alasdair and Antonio's attention. he shoved Alasdair down on his bed before getting up, smiling again before gently opening the door.