Chapter Eight

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He's standing at the bottom of the stairs, auburn hair a fiery red in the rays of the setting sun. He's just as beautiful as the last time Eva saw him, maybe even more now, bathed in this almost ethereal light.

He's with a woman, with rich blonde hair that cascades in perfect curls down her back. She wears a long grey coat and a large black hat which conceals her face from Eva's view, but she can tell that this woman is beautiful. She carries herself with the same self-assuredness as the auburn-haired guy; the sort of confidence that only beautiful people can afford.

They're having an argument, but Eva can't make out the words over the raucous wind. The woman reaches out and snatches something from the guy's hand, something Eva hadn't noticed before. The stolen file.

Some twisted internal sense of victory catches light inside her. She was right. He did steal something from the file room. She has half a mind to march indignantly up to the beautiful couple and correct the injury to both the law and her pride, but a small - but no less powerful - part of her tells her not to intervene.

Maybe it's an act of vengeance against her brother and his accusations back in the station, or maybe she has a deeper premonition that whatever these people were doing, she should avoid getting caught up in the inevitable rabbit hole they were dragging themselves into.

Eva hesitates a moment, unsure of which way to act, but before she can come to a reasoned conclusion, the decision is made for her.

The guy turns his head, face alight with anger, and his eyes settle on her. With a quick swish of his hand, he grabs the folder from the woman and walks with a heavy determination towards Eva. The woman rushes to catch up but doesn't reach him until he's reached the top step of the station.

"Here, take it," he says to Eva, folder extended towards her.

Eva doesn't move to take the folder or reply and his face clouds over.

"Take it," he says, more firmly this time.

"What're you doing?" the woman hisses at him, eyeing Eva suspiciously.

"She accused me of stealing this the other day," he explains to her curtly. Then, turning towards Eva he says, "You were right. So take it."

"No," she replies, pushing past him and making her way down the steps. "If you want to return it, do it yourself," she fires over her shoulder.

She doesn't want to have to go back into the station, and risk bumping into her brother or Lydia again. She needs to get away, to calm down.

"Wait," he calls, effortlessly catching up with her. "Don't take it if you don't want to, but just tell me one thing."

"What?" Eva demands, turning sharply on her heel.

His eyes are strangely intense now and Eva shifts uncomfortably under his gaze.

"The symbol you had on that sketchpad the other day, where did you see it?"

She freezes. Does he know something about the guy who'd attacked her? She knows what she saw was real, and if he has information that could help her prove it, she needs to hear what he has to say.

"Do you know something about it?" she presses, trying to disguise the urgency in her voice.

His eyes narrow, and Eva remembers how unattractive that surly look of his is, "Maybe I do, but you have to tell me where you saw it."

"Julian, we have to go," the blonde woman interrupts, pursing her lips.

The guy - Julian - ignores her, eyes still focused on Eva, and waits for a response.

She pauses for a moment, vacillating between her two options, but finally decides to give him a sliver of information in return for his.

"It was a tattoo," she replies vaguely, hoping it's enough to for him to tell her what he knows. "Now what do you know about it?"

Julian shrugs, but his face is serious, "If I were you, I'd stay away from anything to do with that symbol."

He turns away and begins to stroll nonchalantly down the steps, hands tucked in his pockets. The woman throws Eva a distasteful glance and follows him, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Is that it?" she calls after him. "Is that all you're going to tell me?"

He turns quickly, his face hard and impassive, "Trust me, you don't want to know any more than I've already told you."

"Yes I do," she says stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well that's too bad," he sneers, barking that mirthless laugh of his.

"Either you tell me, or I walk straight back into the station and tell them to check the security cameras, I'm sure you've been caught taking that file on at least one. Stealing confidential documents from the police is an imprisonable offense, you know," she counters.

Julian hesitates for a moment, "Fine," he spits. "But I think it's better if I show you."

A/N: Hey lovely people, I've been able to write a lot more this weekend, which is great, so I hope you've enjoyed the past couple of chapters. It'd be cool to hear what you guys think will happen next, so comment your thoughts! Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote! xx

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