Dead Boy Walking

05 - S U S P E C T S

I leant against the headrest of the car and listened to the music as it vibrated from the house. Easton boy houses never failed to amaze me, this one was no exception. It was larger than I'd thought needed with colourful flowers hung from buckets along the front, blooming beautifully. More glass than necessary lined the walls just to give a breathtaking peak of the expensive interior. It also provided a nice view of the coastline the houses were built along.

"I don't think anyone will die in this one if that's what you're worried about," Kingsley reassured and then he was in the passenger seat. It was as if he'd fizzed into place like he'd always been there.

"Unless there's a serial killer on the loose. Then, in that case, you might have an army of ghosts to help you out," he joked.

I threw him a glare before biting my bottom lip with nerves, smudging the red lipstick. "I just kind of wish I stayed at home now."

"Me too."

"We should get out," I muttered and fumbled to open the door. I knew I had to use tonight as my way of figuring out the situation. I could look into people and try and figure out suspects and motives, but I didn't know where to start. I wasn't sure who to approach first or what to say or where to take it.

Easton boys were a mystery to the rest of us, that was the attraction to them. They were embraced in this perfectly crafted adoration but God knows they didn't deserve it. They kept their business tight under wraps unless it was to show off and because of that, I didn't know the ins and outs of these people's lives. I truly was stumped about where to even start.

I turned to ask Kingsley what he thought when a boy fell at my feet in a heap of long limbs and thick, black hair that splayed across the stone walkway. He erupted in laughter before groaning with pain.

"Oh my God, Taron," Kingsley chuckled.

The ghost boy crouched in front of the stranger who was sprawled out on his back with a giddy smile. He was obviously drunk as he reached his long arm to the sky above.

I walked forward until I was looking over him, blocking his sight of the moon above. He smirked. "I died, didn't I? And you're the angel who has come to take me away. Oh beautiful soul, leave me be. Please allow me another chance, angel," he cried out to me.

I frowned and flickered my eyes to Kingsley who barely contained the laughter that bubbled from his lips.

Taron Clemente, Kingsley's best friend, lifted himself into a seated position with a groan. He rubbed at his temples and uttered curses under his breath while I reluctantly crouched in front of him. If he was Kingsley's best friend it was reasonable to believe he could point me in the right direction.

I waited while he sorted himself out. Taron patted down his midnight black hair until it was safely settled into that soft middle pattern he was known for. Then, he looked up at me with soft blue eyes that had girls drooling.