Detecting Love (ENEMIES TO LOVERS-DETECTIVES)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝟔: 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 (𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓻)

"Get in." Adrian says as the window to the passenger side rolls down.

The car is a black Mercedes G wagon. Of course, like every other crime movie I have seen. The amount of times these cars make an appearance is too many to count. Yet, not gonna lie, I always wanted to experience how it looked and felt like sitting inside one, and now that I am, it feels like a fulfilled dream. But the sight of the car quickly makes it uninviting as Adrian is in it.

"Either you get in or continue standing their like a hitchhiker, I'm leaving without you."

I open the car door and slide in the car. Its oddly spacious and neat. With a brown leather interior. Screens, buttons and switches span alongside the dashboard and a laptop is in place. You wouldn't even think this was the inside of a car as everything is too technological and cool, and of course Adrian is hogging it all. Right in front of me, my area, completely barren, no fancy gadgets or anything. 

Through the miles and miles of trees, the both of us were silent and the fact that we were alone together was also highlighted by us being the only ones on the highway. I kept looking at the dashboard, the time was 18:35 PM, we still had another hour of driving. I tried my hardest not looking anywhere but his direction, and any time him or I would glance at each other our eyes would narrow in resentment. His knuckles would whiten as he would grip the steering wheel, and his jaw would clench. What was he trying to prove? that he does not like my presence? He's made that clear and so have I, what more?

I just want to get this over with and the sooner the better because then my life would be back to normal. Suddenly, the opening of a song started playing, it was a mixture of drums, guitars and rock. 

After some time, I grew tired of looking out the window and making sure I don't look anywhere near Adrian. From my bag I pulled out a book. I needed something to ease my mind and keep me busy. 'The Outsiders' is one of my favorite books which I have reread too many times, and I will still continue to read it. 

Suddenly loud drums, guitars and beats filled the radios surrounding the car. Are you kidding me, can I not go a few minutes in peace and quiet.

 "Can you turn it down?!" Adrian didn't hear me, he was busy singing the lyrics and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to notice my comment. 

"I'm sorry what? I can't hear you!"

"Turn it down." 

He lowered the music, but it was still loud for him to listen. 

"Yes?"

"Yes what?" 

"What were you screaming about?"

"I was asking you to lower the volume, I'm trying to read. "

" You! read! that's almost as amusing as your attempts at insults!" 

"You should read, but I think the characters have more depth than you ever will."

"Well at least in books characters evolve. You wouldn't know, your personality has remained the same since the table of contents. "

I huffed out in defeat. He might have won but it's not over yet. I went back to reading my book and he continued singing the song wrong. 

*****

Red and blue lights from police cars are flashing and are scattered along the street, people and news reporters gather near the metal gates with a police officer preventing them from getting closer. The building is surrounded by bright yellow tape. On going investigations from police officers are being held questioning people who were at the crime scene. While a police officer comes out of the building leading a family out.

Adrian parks the car and the both of shut our doors and walk to the scene of the crime.

A police officer approaches us, as I get my badge ready Adrian already has it.

"FBI" Adrian holds the badge up for the officer to see.

"Come this way" He says as he leads us past the commotion of people.

The building being 8 stories high, is positioned in a remote neighborhood along with other houses and buildings all looking to be old and rundown. Broken windows, with cardboard tapped behind them, roofs which are missing tiles, houses with broken fences. The building however was covered in graffiti and discolored patches of paint. The person who tried painting over the graffiti must have grown tired at some point and stopped. All the lights from the windows were turned off except for one, on the 7th story, a sheer curtain which radiated a faint yellow light.

"We have some intel on who the victim was. 23 year old Liam Colt, lived on the 7th floor. Neighbors reported hearing fighting coming from his apartment, followed by furniture being thrown, next minute it was quite. Neighbors became nervous and decided to check up on him but noticed that his door was open, they saw Liam lying on the floor. Ambulance found multiple stab wounds. If his death lead to an argument, or he owed someone, supposedly he was working with a group controlled by the Cobras."

Before we knew it, we stood outside a wooden door labeled 27. Both Adrian and I looked at each other, we know what the cobras are capable of. As if the whole New York has not known. For 10 years, the Cobras have been the biggest lead for the police department, and for 10 years we have gotten nowhere until just recently.

"Everything was left the way it was since the discovery of his body, gather any information you can regarding his killing, involvement, and tasks he was given to follow." The officer said as he handed Adrian the key.

 The officer handed Adrian the key and went off to take a call as his phone rang

Adrian unlocked the door to the apartment, and the smell of iron lingered throughout the room. The living room and kitchen were completely ruined. The couch was flipped over, pillows scattered around the room, lights broken, plates smashed the walls were covered with scratches and dents.

The house all together had a living room, kitchen, guest room, closet and another bed room which was Liam's room.

The room is fairly spacious, and containing the essential like a queen sized bed, side bed, table, closet, and bookshelf. Yet what stood out he most was a large desk, with scattered papers, and drawers.

On the table theirs an an assortment of papers all addressed to Liam Matt from companies, insurances, nothing that serves value for evidence. As I move the desk chair, I hear something fall. I go to pick it up.

"Ow"

"What?"

"I hit my head."

"You're fine get up."

"Wait, what's that?"

"What's what?"

As I look to see the place that I hit my head from, there's a black phone that is taped underneath the table. I quickly put my gloves on.

"So you are useful."

"At least I found something"

"Yeah, by hurting yourself in the process."

The phone had nothing on it other than a call history of an unknown caller.

"I also found an envelope, other than that nothing."

As Adrian is looking through the phone I open the envelope. There's only one folded specie of paper which has the location of a place.

"There's a location."

"Alright let's go to it."

"What about the rest of the room, shouldn't we look for more evidence?"

"We don't know if there's more evidence here so we will have this apartment monitored and scanned by other investigators. For now we should go to the location and send the phone to the department to see where this number is coming from."

With that Adrian put the phone in a bag followed by the envelope, we both walked out of the apartment, and back to the car.

*****