Chapter 2 part 1

What do hit men do with a problem, they annihilate it.

What am I going to do to get out of this alive? No fucking idea.

Will it be too late to pray?

"Stop saying nonsense and go check it out." I bellow annoyed.

"I'd better hire Scooby-doo," Edrien joked, "relax, the noise could have come from anywhere. But for you to be calm, I will check the place."

"You better, see you." His shadow moved away and I saw my opportunity to see who it was, and I also had to get out of here. I took a book and ran fast asking my sandals for discipline so as not to have a second slip.

Leaving the drama section I sit at the table closest to me, open the book and pretend to read, after a few slow seconds; a boy comes out of the gothic narrative section, I wouldn't look, it would be very suspicious to do so, but when he passed by I knew who he was.

Eliecer, his brother.

What trouble has he gotten himself into?

Not in a problem… He had committed a crime.

And Edrien knows it…he was helping him.

Who was the victim?

Would they be the only ones involved?

“Stay out of trouble, Rose." My eyes fell on Edrien, sitting on the other side of the table, and it was strange to perceive him as a complete stranger, everything I know about him became questionable.

I nodded and closed the book, setting it aside.

"How do you know my name." I rested my body on the chair, relaxed.

"I investigate the people who persecute me" he attacked indifferently, "nothing personal."

"Sure, if you say so." I shrugged, going back to my book, telling him; indirectly; that I was not interested.

Edrien was a quiet and objective boy, he doesn't always have something to say and when he does speak he likes to be attentive to his every word. Getting information out of him would be difficult, but if I apply my knowledge of what he hates, I could get somewhere.

"I'm not interested."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say." I didn't even look at it.

"I'm serious, Rose."

"Of course."

I exhale thunderously. His tolerance was running out.

“Be more tolerant, Edrien." I laughed, and his eyes collided with mine, his hard face cutting my roll. I was angry.

"What are you playing, huh?" He rested his hand on the table, leaning over me.

"What game would I be playing?" I used the book to push him away a bit. Too close was wrong.

"I do not know you tell me. It's your fucking game after all."

"I don’t know what you mean."

"Yes you do, stalker."

"I repeat, I don't know what you mean." I looked away.

"I repeat, stay out of trouble, Rose." he warned before turning away and leaving the library.

What had just happened to me?

I took my cell phone out of my backpack and immediately dialed Abby, she would have to find out.

"Abby, we need to talk."

"Rose, don't scare me, I haven't done anything wrong… well, I only watched The Originals without you…"

"Treacherous." I whispered hurt.

"I'm sorry."

He snorted loudly, downplaying it.

"Abby, we have a mystery to solve."

Three hours later…

"What?!"

I told him the summarized version of what happened without censoring anything.

"I know, it's something very serious."

"Seriously my panties, Rose, this is very serious, there is a body, by God!"

"Calm down, there is a witness who saw everything."

"He witnessed the events, but..." he got up from the sofa, pacing from one side to the other, analyzing things, "... Where is the crime?"

"It's waiting to be discovered... I think." I objected doubtfully and dizzy from his zigzags.

"I don't think it's good to meddle. I better tell dad about this."

Abby's father was a police officer, it was her greatest pride.

"We needed evidence to talk to him, Abby, it's a mystery and we're the ones to solve it."

"Don't know." she alluded stunned.

Abby and I have always been fans of mysteries , we were both cunning and liked to look for clues and discover the truth. Ever since we saw Sherlock Holmes, we've been solving puzzles... And we both considered Scooby-doo a bad joke.

"What happened to Rose Holmes and Abby Watson, um?"

"That without one the other is useless." he smiled.

"I'm going to need your nonsense, Watson."

"I am not stupid." He contradicted erasing his smile.

"I still need you."

"Any indication of the crime?" I smiled.

"Mistake #1 written on a note in red letters."

"And that the Peck brothers are up to their necks in this business."

"Evidence must be collected to incriminate them, Watson."

"Don't tell me."

"I already said it."

"What will we do? spy on their behaviors?"

"No, I have an idea. Do you know a Hacker?"

We spent the afternoon thinking and studying what we would do the next day, everything was under control, we didn't detect any flaws... except that it never occurred to us to see Aly's dying body, inert, with an opening in her abdomen covered in crimson liquid. , lying at the gates of universality... With the note "Error #1" on it.

The Institute was closed, the policemen were investigating the case and the forensics were studying the body. I was still in shock.

Aly was the victim.

How could it be possible?

"How unfortunate about Aly," Gus murmured evenly, watching the scene, "Who could have committed such an atrocity?"

Abby and I exchanging glances, knowing who the prime suspects were.

"We should tell him."

Whiten my eyes.

"We have no proof, just words without validation."

"I hate that you're right." I snort.

"What are they whispering? In case they hide something from me."

"Of course not, Gus." We both repeat at the same time.

"What do they know."

We have been caught, Gustavo knew us very well.

"You don't happen to know a hacker." topic change; conveniently; Abby.

"What? A hacker. So that?"

"Answer, Yes or No." I pressed pointing at him.

"Quick, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock." Abby followed me.

This made Gus nervous, he had a personal problem with timers.

"Yes, I know Peter of the FourShadows."

"Peter?"

"Four Shadows?" I stressed interested.

Gus looked at us as if we were aliens from another universe and we were asking him what is the difference between mucus and saliva.

"Duh, everyone knows about the FourShadows, where they've been lately."

"We ourselves don't know." my friend commented.

"Tell us, what is it or who are the FourShadows."

"It's a group of weirdos made up: Peter, Diego, Robert and Grean. The new transfers."

Both Abby and I blink in astonishment.

"They say that strange things happen in the corridors at night, and I don't know about you, but I think that this little group is hiding something very serious." Gus looked down at Aly's body and back at mine. That was a very direct hint.

"You're implying that the FourShadows have something to do with Aly." I whispered to all three.

"I don't know, everyone has a profile that matches the person behind all this, except Grean."

"How can you be so sure of that, Gus?" Abby spoke.

"I hear rumors, okay? Most believe that they are psychopaths with perverse fantasies to fulfill. The other night they found a butchered rabbit in the lab and according to the security guard he saw about four boys."

"Oh."

What if the FourShadows were behind this?

"Will you introduce me to Peter?" I inquired curious.

"It's not convenient for now."

"Because."

"They are being questioned by the police."