Revenge in stilettos

Unraveling Threads

Remi's pov

“I didn't catch your name…” the hot stranger said as he dropped me by my door, I didn't know that he would escort me so far and I actually appreciated it because as I was working off the stairs I almost fell back due to the panic and the adrenaline washing out of my body but he grabbed me midair before I could hurt myself.

“It's Remi, Remi Laurent…” I wondered if I should even be giving my name to this man who was still more of a stranger than an acquaintance. He nodded thoughtfully after hearing my name.

Leaning against my door I looked at him and said; “well what about you? Don't I get to know your name or are you a man of mystery?”

“It's Elliot Delson,”

He laughed, the kind of deep laughter that would make anyone forget that they had witnessed a murder victim bleeding out and–

“Wait a minute!” I suddenly said standing up straight, “he might still be alive!” I said in a panicked voice, “I was so focused on getting out of there that I didn't even think of the possibility that he was alive and…”

He suddenly grabbed me firmly by my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Calm down…do you think that somebody who stabbed him so many times would have left him alone if he was still alive if they were trying to just give him a warning then wouldn't miam him like that any place where almost nobody would have showed up makes no sense,”

He was right. My guts told me. Everything he said made sense, in fact it made it too much sense.

Almost like …no I must be overthinking it, there is no way no way at all that somebody this nice would be involved in something like that.

“Now that my friends we should exchange contacts,” earliest didn't really give me a chance to accept or refuse he simply fished out my phone and planted his number inside then called himself from it gaining my number in the process.

“I'll call you to check up on you later,” that was what he said just as I walked into my apartment and then he was gone.

I barely made it to the couch before I collapsed.

Tonight felt like a long dream that had slowly and tangled itself, this time I actually pinched myself as I sat on the couch and yet nothing changed.

So Rico was really dead.

It seemed so strange to imagine, we had lived together for a year and a half, shared meals and things that were far more intimate than meals together and now he was just gone.

I don't know what terrified me more the fact that he existed one minute and then the next he just didn't or maybe finding out that when I dog a little bit deeper a dark twisted part of me felt like he deserved it even if it was just a little bit.

Shaking away those awful thoughts from my head I got ready for bed. I had to think about my future. Yes, my future there was no Rico or anymore but I didn't want to go out like him with nobody to care about me.

Though the next day I realized that I had been wrong about nobody caring about Rico, it was just 15 minutes into my shift when the cops arrived. I had a bad feeling when I saw their vehicle parked outside and told Cassie that I would be in the back. She covered for me and where they came and asked to see me she told them that I was sick and would not be able to meet them since I didn't come to work.

I guess that even if I try to hide it she had seen the fear in my eyes and wanted to protect me, but part of me in wondered if I should have just spoken to the cops I wasn't guilty of anything another thing I was also wondering about was why they had been no news of Rico his murder had been gruesome and people would eventually come by that alley so what he was bound to have discovered him by now and news outlet would eat this up so why was I not hearing about him anywhere?

Against my better judgment I left work early that day, my boss the sweetest pot bellied man I'd ever meet told me that I was free to go home but eventually I would have to meet the police or else I couldn't come back and work he added to think about his business and I didn't blame him for that.

Instead of going back home my feet took me over so that early it was far less scary now that they were more people and it was bright outside, which made it easier to walk over to the scene of the crime.

There was so much on my mind as I was going there, I was sure that the place was bound to be restricted by the cops by now with yellow tapes lashed around and people observing the gory sight from a far but from what I could see as I was approaching the early there was no group of curious passerbys clotted anywhere.

Didn't the people with this neighborhood have a bone of nosiness or curiosity in their bodies?

There was no way they could be this desensitized to death, something was definitely wrong and it was only when I finally entered the alley that it became clear to me.

So vividly clear but at first I was down deep in denial because I couldn't believe my eyes, last night this place has been covered with a pool of blood normally I wasn't expecting the body to still be here but not only was the body gone so were any signs of blood the police would normally leave some evidence but there wasn't even evidence of the police.

There was nothing, nothing to show that there had ever been a crime committed here which could only mean one thing.

Someone had cleaned up last night.