"What do you mean you don't know where she lives!?" Alex demanded to her older brother who had just gotten home that morning on a Saturday looking like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
"Why are you yelling?" Joshua asked her in the middle of a yawn. "And why are you surprised that I don't know where the new girl is?"
"Because it's you! You always seem to know where people are."
"That's Claude not me." he yawned again and rubbed the back of his neck. "And besides it's not like I know where the detective lives. Even with his job the detective likes his privacy with his family."
"So they aren't near the Liebert estate then?" Alex asked. She knew that the Liebert's had an estate close to the water, a large home that could be considered a mansion in its own right that could overlook the town. When Joshua shook his head she asked. "Is it because... because the detective lost his wife?"
"Probably, but who can really say. Every family has its own issues, I mean look at ours and the things we all deal with. That girl is no different." He then looked to his younger sister. "Why'd you want to know where she's living? If you really wanted to know you could have asked her while at school, you had the whole rest of the week to do it."
Alex was quite, during those days in school she wanted to ask Charla a number of things, sadly her cell or current home address was not one of them. The only thing she could think at the time was the information the she had gone over in the book before and some research online about those with a personality disorder. However she didn't want to jump the gun and start accusing this girl for things that Alex couldn't possibly understand. But then perhaps Charla hadn't a clue as to what was going on, though she must have with her reactions in discovering that she had been wandering around at night.
"What was I doing? When you saw me, what was I doing?"
No if that was the case Charla wouldn't have asked that, she had to at least know something about it, right?
"I just... I just wanted to confirm or even be denied something that's been bugging me since yesterday." I don't have her cell number so I couldn't call and even if I did what the hell would I even say to her? How'd she respond? I have no clue... "Anyway if you don't know then I'll just look around I guess. By the way why do you look so tried?"
"Huh?"
"You didn't come home until late last night, where'd you go?"
He rested his hand along his own shoulder as if it were stiff. "That, yeah a friend of mine wanted to see me; it had been a long time since we saw each other so I went."
"In the middle of the night?" she asked with a questioning stare.
He scoffed at her. "Yeah in the middle of the night, you think you're the only one who'll leave the house late at night and go meet a friend? Come on, I know that you always hang in front of the gas station with those friends of yours."
She placed her hand on her hip. "True, but I never expected you to meet someone in the middle of the night being all secretive." She added the last part with a short evil laugh. "Was it a rondeau maybe?"
He stuck his tongue out at her in response. "We all have our reasons for the things we do."
"Sure you do." She said with a grin.
Joshua shook his head at her. "Look I'm still exhausted and it's the weekend so Dad wants you to help in the shop until the afternoon, that's when I'll take over. You can try to find where that girl is staying then but for now help Dad out, it might be busy today."
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FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)
Mystery / ThrillerFor two years a killer had been on the loose, murdering people indiscriminately, out of worry and part fear Charla's parents send her to live with her uncle in the town of Sharlton far out away from the main city where all the murders take place. ...
