Reading Between the Lines

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Chapter 12

After spending some much-needed time with my mother I decided to head home for the night. Just because my mother was in the hospital does not mean I could ignore everything at home. It was an added bonus that being home gave me the space I needed to think. Sara knew. I do not know how she knew but she knew, that’s all that matters! This idea of becoming a secret detective was not my brightest idea to begin with but now it’s really proving how fucking stupid it is.

To make matters worse Samuel now knows and I lied to him! Just when I started to maybe think about the idea of us expanding our relationship to more than barely tolerable neighbors. He is really going to hate me when he finds out that Sara was right, and I lied to him about it.

As I opened the front door later that night, I could hear the home phone ringing in the distance. “This shit doesn’t end does it?” I groaned before walking towards the sound of the phone. I entered the living room, spotting the phone laying precariously on the back of the couch. I was able to answer the phone before the noise cut off.

“Gilbert Residence,” I answered, flinging my purse onto a nearby armchair.

“Cassandra? It is me, Michael. I heard about your mother and just- well I just wanted to call to see how you were doing.”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry I haven’t called back. As you can imagine things have been- “I paused, finding it difficult to actually put to words how I’ve been feeling. “Let’s just say I’ve had better days.”

“I can imagine. I know we just got into contact recently and everything- but I’m only one phone call away if you need me.” I found myself smiling as I meandered my way towards the fridge in the kitchen.

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” There were a few seconds of awkward silence before Michael spoke up.

“I know before everything happened you asked about the video I took. The one of the weird guy around Crenshaw’s house? Anyways, if you give me your email address, I can send you the video.” The simple mention of the video had my ears perked and my eyebrows raised.

“That would be great, thank you so much.” Just as I finished giving him my email address, there was a soft knock on the door. I could Michael talking about something, but my mind was at whoever just knocked on the door. I didn’t know that many people. Not many of them knew where I lived so who the hell could it be?

I opened the door to see Samuel standing on the other side of the door. If I hadn’t lived next to Samuel, I would not have noticed the welling of tears in his eyes as he stood before me, his hands stuffed into his pocket. His posture was unusually straight as if he thought that by holding himself higher that he wouldn’t collapse.

“Sam?” I asked, my eyes unwavering as I stared at him with wide eyes.

“Hey, I was wondering if I could come in?” His normally confident voice now was shaky and quiet. Samuel tried giving me a smile, but the corners of his lips fell flat.

“I’m going to have to call you back Michael,” I told him before hanging up the call, tossing the phone inside behind me. “Of course, come in.” I stepped aside, allowing Samuel to walk past me and towards the living room.

I shut the door, then waited a few moments until I followed him. Samuel had seated himself in the middle of the leather couch. His body hunched forward, and he sat with his head in his hands. In the time that I have known Samuel, I have never seen the man tear up at anything let alone cry. As cruel as it was to think this, I actually thought he was one of those people that was incapable of crying.

Cautiously, I walked over towards the couch and lowered myself next to him. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to look at him before gently laying a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s going on?”

“They found her body a few hours ago in an alley downtown- “

“Samuel, who is this she?”

“Sara, she was fucking murdered.” Samuel’s voice broke as a few tears slipped out of his eyes. “Some sick motherfucker burned her alive and just left her there to suffer.” A lump formed in my throat as my own eyes fell to the ground. Sara, the girl who just yelled at confronted me in the hospital a mere few hours ago, was now dead. It was not a stretch to think that she was murdered because of me. The same day she comes in and tells me she knows about me impersonating her she ends up murdered?

“Do they know anything- “

“If you’re asking if they know anything about her murder the answer’s no, they don’t.” Samuel raised his voice momentarily, before clearing his throat. “The working theory is that Crenshaw’s killer found out she was getting close and decided to kill her before he was caught.”

I felt bile rising in my throat as I processed her words. Sure, I knew that was probably the case, but it hit differently hearing someone else say the words. I called the cable company for the information; I was the one that fucking impersonated Sara!

Tears began welling in my own eyes as I stared ahead, my eyes focused on the wall in front of me. “Sam there’s something I need to tell you.” Samuel must have not heard me because he launched up from the couch, darting towards the front door.

“I’m heading to the station. I’m not going to rest until I find the fucker that’s responsible for killing my partner.” I was left with tears streaming down my face as I heard the front door open, then slam close.

“You’ve already found me,” I whispered before collapsing onto the couch in sobs.

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It took a few life interruptions, but I FINALLY got this chapter out! Hope it was well worth the wait because things are just getting started ;)

~Miranda!

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