Hallway
Darcy is walking around to check for clues. Maybe Aaron is right… She shakes the thought off. She will interrogate every single passenger if needed. I'll find that little rat and I'll strangle them to death.
She stops in the middle, squinting before her eyes widen. There is a first aid kit installed next to the front wall. Oh how come she didn't think of this…
She opens the box and searches for the booklet. She checks the items in the box with what's in the book.
You might be smart but…I'm smarter…
Aaron slowly walks towards her, looking in the open compartments on his way. "Ma'am I think we'd better ask the operator to stop so we could check the other carriages…" His eyes land on the booklet and slows down. "What did you find?"
He stands behind her, trying to read over her shoulder. She points at the items. "Do you see the missing items Mr. Park?"
His eyes dart back and forth between the kit and the book. "Cleansing liquid; and band aids..." Darcy hums in agreement. She shuts the book and turns towards him. "Hamilton said the officers found signs of physical attacks."
"But someone else might be hurt." Aaron shakes head, not sure how she came out with such idea. "Why would they hide it? And not use the help of the staff?" Darcy shrugs, looking around as she speaks. "I think our unlucky killer is in the train."
Aaron opens his mouth to say something but he is interrupted by the carriage door hanging open. Letting air in with much pressure.
Aaron holds a hand in front of his face to reduce the pressure of air slapping him and walks towards the door. Someone probably became aware of them and thought of running, but he doesn't see anyone. There is just the door to the next carriage in front of him. They either jumped out or managed to get to there. "You think someone heard us?" He says, having a firm grip on doorframe.
Darcy's jaw clenches. "They can't escape anyway; come on." She walks away, and he closes the door before following.
Next carriage
Diego is sat down on the floor, under a seat, and has his face covered with the collar of his coat. Sophie can see Aaron leave through the transom of door. "Ok you can come up now." She says, sitting back on her seat.
He slowly stands up to seat, to shocked that he is staring at floor blankly and his jaw is hanged open. She pats his shoulder. "We are so lucky those guys switched seats with us."
"Darcy… again…" Too scared, he couldn't make a full sentence.
"Wait a second we don't have a compartment anymore?" Sophie says as realization hits her.
"I swear she is everywhere!" Diego sinks down on his seat. None of them listening to the other. He jumps, sitting up. "Listen, if they suspect us they will stop the train in the next station." Without bothering to move, he reaches for her backpack on the top shelf and pulls at it thanks to the long ass arms he has.
It falls on his lap and he hugs it like a baby. "So we are going to need the revolver."
Why is he so scared all of a sudden? She looks at him through the corner of her eyes. He has his head rested against the window, playing with his goatee with a shaky hand. Which isn't a good sign at all.
It's not like he regrets doing all of these. Maybe now that he is responsible for another person ((me)), it's harder to escape.
Sophie tilts head towards him. "Because of…Darcy?"
Diego turns towards her with raises brows, taking a little long for him to focus and define the words. "Don't worry nobody's getting killed."
"why won't you just… turn yourself in?"
Diego just stares at her. She seats back and they fall silent for a few seconds. He grabs a bottle of water and removes the cap and finally turns to look the other way.
For many reasons my child. It won't be any better for me even if they lessen my penalties. I'll still spend the rest of my life behind bars and not to brag but of course that it would be a shame if the great Diego Torres get caught.
"Why does she hate you so much?" Sophie says with a serious tone. Not like when she asks stupid questions. His eye balls turn towards her, lips still wrapped around the bottle neck
"who?? Darcy? Hate? Me?" He almost chokes on water but manages to keep a straight face and fakes a laughter. "Of course not! She loves me!" He brushes his fingers in his hair, smirking
Sophie raises a brow, not sure if he is joking or real. "She is just…" his smirk fades. He sighs, looking for the right word. "have you heard of displacement anger?"
"Why? What is annoying her so much"
"She used to be a super detective…" He remembers every detail as he speaks.
When Darcy was starting to get famous, younger. Her hair was much shorter than it is now, and she had white blouse with jean skirt. She hadn't had her favorite cane then, instead she had a long chain. She had control over it like a cowboy does with ropes.
"Not like those Jane Marple novels you read. No criminal could slip through her fingers."
Her lips are curved into a smirk. And people walk away in fear.
"She only needed to shoot a glance to recognize them."
There are men on the ground, beaten and bloody. Some crawling away, some unable to move. One of them pulls out a knife to cut Darcy's face. She tries to dodge, but slips and manages to stand still by the heel of her shoes pressing against the wall.
Hair was all over her face, she wipes her chin with the back of her fist leaving blood stains on her gloves. The man's eyes go wide. She holds her chin up, brushing hair back as her grin widens. "All that for a drop of blood?"
Her voice rings in Diego's ear, too clear like she just repeated that.
Sophie feels kind of amused and her eyes sparkle, she blinks a few times and her face falls. "And you?" She expects him to be just as badass but…
"Honestly; I was just lucky." Diego smiles somewhat pitiful for himself.
His photo with a pathetic smile on his face in a reporter's hand. "officers are looking for the famous Mexican criminal, Diego Jose Torres Gonzalez." For the title of papers.
Diego is hiding on behind a building from the cops in the street. He looks up at the front wall and sees a folded ladder. Cops see him and shoot. The pin on the ladder breaks and the other half slides down so Diego could climb it with no problem.
He hops on and winks at the cops "Thanks for your sincere help mis cariños~" He climbs as they shoot, luckily one of them hit him. He jumps down from the other side of the building then stands up, wiping dust off his coat.
To his surprise, Darcy was already there. Sober and healthy and with a gun.
Diego jabs a finger in Sophie's face. "I stole valuable things; she took them back. Neither of us would win."
Darcy looks at the bag in his hand. Full and heavy, of valuable things perhaps. His pupils shrink in fear and confusion.
"She was sent after me as well but…"
"…we made a deal." After a few seconds of silence, he sighs. "The cops weren't so happy…"
Sophie is confused, she blinks unevenly. The story only left her more questions. "what was the deaL-" Diego throws his head back. "GOD if you shut up I'll give you 20 bucks!" She could tell there was a hint of blush on his face.