Nothing but the truth
1429 Words
The killer was shocked. He put down his axes on the ground and took of his mask.
"God Damn it! You're smart!", he said sounding quite impressed.
"it just makes me want to ave you even more…Wow…nobody … nobody knew about me… but you…umh! You're one helluva girl…But how did you find out?", he asked squatting down on the floor.
Mercy was getting scared now. He was behaving like a mad man and she had no other defence to protect her from this craziness- all she could do was stall him with her words.
"The flowers- you shouldn't have left them everywhere-", Mercy replied.
"Those stupid flowers led you to me?C'mon you're kidding me!", he said laughing at her.
"Yes, in case you haven't noticed, you sent those flowers wrapped in a bouquet and it's wrapped in a particular style- always in one particular style- You use this style of decoration all over in your hotel on all of your flower designs...", she explained.
"Wait … wait .. hold on… you got this from a style of decoration?", he asked.
"Yes- you had easy access to the flowers from the shop across the street and you wrapped those flowers by yourself like you do in your hotel…a force of habit and you spike those flowers with a strong anaesthetic which you get from one of your client who's a doctor.. so it makes sense now…",she continued.
"Go on…how di I kill your friend?", he said attentively listening to her explanation like a kid.
Mercy was impressed already- Rudy had noticed her as soon as she came in and assumed correctly that she was there to meet her.
"Jusr a few minutes- how did you know?", Mercy asked.
"You never come here this early and also you were staring at me this whole time…" , Rudy replied.
"Huh.. I guess that's right…I just wanna ask you about something..", Mercy said.
"Is it related to the girl that got murdered recently?", Rudy asked.
Correct again! Mercy thought that she'd make an amazing detective.
"Yeah..something about that …", Mercy replied.
"Umm.. the dean said there would be mourning ceremony held in the afternoon… what do you wanna know?", Rudy asked.
"You remember about the party held last month… by the chess team?", asked Mercy.
"Oo yeah… wasn't invited but I dropped by anyway… nobody noticed… great party… tasted alcohol for the second time… lot of cute guys…", Rudy went on a rant.
Mercy knew about this. She never said much generally but once she gets comfortable with you - she wouldn't stop talking.
"Yeah.. that party…I wanted to ask - did you happen to notice a tall sort of- french guy- slim built- he might have been a pro chef?" Mercy asked interrupting her.
"Wow.. that's so specific..hmm…wait…I saw a lot of people there- all the regulars- juniors and seniors and classmates…", replied Rudy trying to recall.
"Think…have you seen Amy there? The guy must have been with her…", added Mercy.
"Well.. I did manage to see her once - she was dancing - ah! shouldn't have had that beer- can't remember much…", Rudy replied.
"Please try …it's very important…",begged Mercy.
I am being watched since the last few days. I don't how but I constantly have this feeling that someone's always watching me everyday. It started as soon as I met that charming guy at the after party. He was smart, kind and offered to walk me back to my room. I felt a strange connection with him after that and we began to see each other for a few days. But after a week everything changed, he failed to show up at our last date and he stopped replying my calls or the countless messages I sent him.
I was frustrated and worried sick and that's when this creepy feeling started to arise- there's someone watching me all the time- I haven't seen his face but I know he's there. I have seen his silhouette once or twice- he seemed to be a tall, slender guy.
He's there when I brush my hair in the morning- I can sense his presence as I look out of my window- or when I'm in the library all alone- I can feel him standing behind the rows of endless books. Call it a woman's intuition but I know he doesn't mean well- he's here to hurt me.
Could it be the same guy I met earlier? My date? But he seemed so nice. He said that he was a chef from France and was invited here as a guest. He said his name was Miguel. He spoke with a bit of an accent so I think he's genuine. No, I don't think that's my stalker.
But today I'm gonna find out - I'm gonna go after him and face him. He likes to hide in the shadows? I shall wait for him in the shadows...I can't bear it anymore...even if it's dangerous i have to do this.
This letter is meant for you Mercy. I know I haven't been kind to you but you seemed like a sensible person to share my story. Nobody else will ever believe my story and they'll think I made it up to gain more attention. After all who'd not want a secret,charming and rich French boyfriend?
**P.S** I will find a way to sneak this letter in your bag.I have to do it in a manner that my stalker doesn't notice .I may or may not return but I wanted someone to know about my misery...
With love,
Amy.
Mercy couldn't believe her eyes that such a vital piece of information was hidden in her bag all this time? But when did she put the letter in her bag? Then she remembered their last encounter when she met with Amy and sat with her on the park bench, she must have sneaked the letter then.
But what is she supposed to do now? The stalker? The secret boyfriend? Are they same person? But why would the boyfriend disappear only to reappear and haunt her? Was she murdered because she faced her stalker?
All these questions made her adrenaline rush. She jumped out of her bed and began to walk up and down her room trying to put the pieces of the mystery together. She looked at her table clock- it was almost 3 in the morning - "the devil's hour"- as they say. Mercy felt like she was possessed by the devil itself- she couldn't sleep anymore. Amy had trusted her as her only reliable friend and here she was thinking that she never thought of as her friend. She felt sorry for her and at th same time - she knew that she had to do something for her- but what could she do?
"Yes! The party! Amy said that she met the guy at some after party- I need to start looking for some names of the people who came to the party….yes… but which party? Probably the one that the boys from the university celebrated after they won the amateur Chess competition…but that would mean that loads of people were invited, it would be like looking for a needle in a bucket of needles! No… I just need to find about a french guy- who's a professional Chef. But what was a french chef doing at a party in our university? He said he was invited? I need to know more about this party….and I think I know exactly whom to ask.",
"The heavens have brought me here.. ", I whispered to myself as I stood bare foot upon the beach. The sun was setting, the waves rose and collapsed and a soft breeze blew as I stared anxiously into the ocean waiting for the perfect moment-the twilight-the time when it was neither day nor night. I had the crystal in my hand, about the size of a pocket watch and all I had to do was to look into the waters through it and she would appear- "Despoina" - maid of the sea- a mermaid of ethereal beauty- or as the inscriptions said- daughter of the sea god himself...
As the seconds flew by, I glared through the tiny piece of glass, scouring impatiently across the orange waters...
A bright light hit my eye and suddenly I felt as if time stopped, there was no wind, no waves, no setting sun... only a soft seductive voice calling my name... I froze!!
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