CHAPTER TWO
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Olivia couldn't stop stealing glances at Noah as they drove back to his house, he looked so different, handsome in fact
“Why are you staring at me?” He asked, not bothering to look at her.
“I'm not,” She said, fixing her eyes back on the road. “We should meet the police, tell them who I am, and maybe will believe me”
“I'm sorry Olivia, even your family doesn't believe you”
She sighed, of course. As she passed to think a memory from when she was murdered hit her. “Oh my God, Noah,” she gasped. “I remember”
“Remember what?”
“Before the man murdered me he said something but I had forgotten”
His curiosity piqued. “What did he say?”
“This is your punishment for meddling in my life”, she said, turning to face him. “He said that”
“Whose life did you meddle in?” Noah asked.
“I'm a prosecutor, Everyone,” She said, brushing her gist behind her ear.
“Great,” Noah said. “That narrows it down to nowhere”
Olivia shuddered. “Everybody is a suspect, I bet it is somebody from work? Or maybe a case I have been working on”
“What was it? The case?” Noah asked.
“The serial killer, his name is Devoe”
“I know him, everybody does. Was it him?”
Olivia shook her head. “I know what Devoe looks like. This man was old; let's go to my workplace; I want to talk to my colleagues, ask them a few questions about me, you know before I was murdered, in case anybody noticed something strange.
Immediately, Noah turned the car around.
I asked, wearing my seatbelt.“Where are we going?”
“To your old workplace”
A FEW MINUTES LATER.
“Thank you,” Olivia said to Noah as they stopped at the law firm. “You should wait here; I will go in on my own,,” she said, stepping out of the ca,r, but Noah followed.
“I should come with you in case you need my help. But you should also remember, these people do not recognize you, you have to pretend to be somebody else, say that you are a friend”
Olivia nodded. Turning to approach the building.
“Can I speak to Mia Thompson?” She asked.
“Who is asking for me?” Mia asked, turning to face her.
Olivia smiled. “Can I speak to you privately?”
“Yes, follow me,” Mia said, leading her to a private place.
“I want to talk to you about Olivia's suicide” Olivia began.
Mia raised an eyebrow. “Why? Do you know something?”
“I knew Olivia very well and she didn't seem like the type to commit suicide,”
Mia sighed. “I know but she could have been dealing with personal issues.
“Do you know if she had any enemies?” Noah asked.
“We are prosecutors; the answer is always yes,” Mia responded.
“I understand that she had enemies. But has there been anybody suspicious around her lately?” Olivia asked.
Mia shook her head. Not really, no.
Olivia nodded, tiring to face Noah; we should go.
“Wait” Mia called. Her gaze narrowed. “You seem familiar.
Olivia chuckled nervously. “I have one of those faces”
As they walked out of the firm Olivia spoke. “We should go back to the scene of the crime; maybe we will find a clue.” Suddenly, she pauses, tiring you face Noah. “You should go, and live your life, I do not want to bother you with my problems”
Noah drew closer. “We are friends Olivia, I want to help”
Suddenly he felt something push in his pockets. His brow furrowed as he pulled it out.
“What is it?” Olivia asked.
“The Phoenix, it's glowing”
Olivia looked at it in awe. “Why is it doing that?”
“What are you looking at?” A man asked.
Startled, They both turned to look at him.
“Why are you both staring intently at his hand?” The man asked.
Noah's brow furrowed as he put the Phoenix up. “You cannot see this?” he asked.
The man, with a confused look on his face, stared at Noah. “There's nothing in your hand.”
“You mean you cannot see that red glowing pendant?” She asked.
“Are you both okay?” The man asked.
Noah quickly slipped it into his pocket, letting out fake laughter. “We were pulling your legs”
The man chuckled turning to face Olivia “It's nice to see you sharing a laugh with me”
Olivia's smile faded. “What? Do I..know you?”
The man scoffed. “Elizabeth, stop that”
Olivia pointed at herself in shock. “Elizabeth?”
“I know we broke up but are you really going to act like this?”
“What are you talking about?” Noah asked.
“Elizabeth, we broke up, and you moved away to London, breaking all Contact with me; how can you pretend not to recall?”
Just then Olivia recalled. Elizabeth? That was the same thing at her old college. Elizabeth Templeton.
“Ahh..” She chuckled. “I forgot about you..What was your name again?”
He looked offended at her question “If this is a joke Elizabeth stop it
Olivia pressed her lips against each other.
The man sighed. “It's David”
“Ah,” she clapped. “Of course, David, we should go,” she said, wrapping her hand around Noah's. “We have some urgent business to get to,” she said as they both walked towards Noah's car.
“Do you know that man?” Noah whispered.
Olivia shook her head. “No, but I finally know why this looked familiar”
As she entered the car, She could feel David's gaze lingering on her.
“Elizabeth Templeton” Olivia muttered in awe. Suddenly she turned to face Noah. “You said a person is resurrected with the face of how they look within right ?”
Noah nodded, “Yes.”
“Then why do you look so handsome and I look exactly like the person I hate?” She yelled, pressing her hands against her face. “Elizabeth and I never get along, and now I look like her?”
Noah smiled.
“Are you smiling?” She asked.
He nodded.
“Why?” She asked in confusion.
“You said I look handsome,” he said, practically kicking his feet.
Her body curled in embarrassment. “Anyways I think we should go to Elizabeth's office first. David said she moved to London. I'm sure she's still there. I was bummed that I couldn't be a prosecutor anymore because of my new body but maybe this could work. Elizabeth is also a prosecutor, if I assume her Identity, It could help me catch my murderer.
Noah nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice firm.
*******
Meanwhile….
Devoe walked into his hideout, throwing his bag onto the bed. He had three more victims on his list, but unfortunately, the police were hot on his tail.
He headed into the bathroom to wash the blood off him. But was stunned as he caught his reflection in the mirror. His hair…once short and grown shoulder length and was grey. His face was wrinkled and his posture was like that of an old man.
“What is this?” He muttered and was startled by the sound of his own voice. It was different. “What is this?” He repeated just to hear his voice again but it still didn't sound as it didn't before.
He moved closer to the mirror, his plan resting against it.
He is a thirty-year-old man, and suddenly he has become an old man?
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