"You betrayed me, right?" Mr. William ran toward Mr. Curts. She got stuck in the crowd, as reporters kept on asking her numerous questions, and she tried her best to answer them.
Mr. Curt turned immediately, when her name was lashed out. She moved backward, hands trembling as Mr. William dragged her away from the reporters.
He pinned her unto the wall, as she screamed for help. Everyone watched in fear, as reporters took pictures and videos of the scene.
"You dare betray me?" His teeth ground together as he yelled at her, and his hands squeezed her neck as she gasped for air. No one could dare move an inch toward them; everyone stared at the scene before them.
"You couldn't keep your dick in one place. I used you to gain what I wanted, and I don't feel bad about that." She scoffed, even with her voice hitched from within. Mr. William grew angrier as he squeezed her neck this time, pulling her into a loud scream.
Two security men rushed over to them, prying his wrist as they pulled him off her. Mr. Curt's knees unbuckled as she held the wall for support, her hands pressed around the mark he had given her.
She kept gasping for more air, with her eyes filled with unshed tears. The security men held William and flipped him out of the court building.
"You dare push a prosecutor? We'll meet in court, idiot!" He barked, and dusted his clothes and walked over to his car. Reporters rushed over to him, their hands firmly on the recording mics as they yelled a lot of questions at him.
Is it true you didn't provide proof against Mr. Anders?
Were you just playing with the judge?
How do you feel about harming a lady in public? Don't you think everyone wouldn't believe a word of you because of that?
William's head kept banging from the questions posted at him; he screamed and pushed some of them. They stumble, causing mumbling and chaos.
"Fuck you! "Fuck you all!" he yelled, got in his car, and started the engine. The reporters start to chase after him as he sped up. His heart was pounding as he tried holding the steering properly, but his sweaty hands wouldn't allow it. The more he drove, the more those thoughts of him and Mrs. Mrs. Curts last night came knocking.
"All of them, fuck them! Fuck everyone! Oh gosh!" He smashed his hands against the steering wheel and a heavy shoulder echoed from it. Causing yelling from people outside the road, as he hissed before accelerating toward the crime scene.
An hour later, and Mr. William stepped out of his car. Pulled his Crimes box, as he held it firmly while moving to the old building. It looked ancient, and it definitely was. Police had filled everywhere, the place was locked down, and citizens were forced to use another route. Mr. William took a deep breath before walking over to the police.
"Oh, Mr. William, welcome." Mr. Dante said as they both shook hands.
"What's going on here?" Mr. William asked, eyes lingering around the place. Tons of cars dropped at the building; nylon wrapped around an old car; maybe it was hers. Investigators got busy with their jobs as he stared at them.
"Mrs. Gils was found dead at her apartment this morning, on her way to work." Dante responded.
"Dead? How did it happen?" William asked as Mr. Dante took a deep breath.
"Hello? I'll be right there, please, in a minute." Mr. Dante's phone buzzed as he tugged it out of his pocket and answered. After hugging the phone, he stared at Mr. William, who was waiting for an answer.
"Mrs. Brenda, please come over," he shouted at one of the investigators as she ran toward them. Her body was pinned with a gun and a radio strap to her trouser.
"Yes, sir?" She responded, her eyes suddenly pausing at Mr. William.
"Hey, good to see you here." She said as they hugged. Brenda kept on smiling; she had a crush for him for two years, even though they weren't in the same office. "Thank you." William responded, detached from the hug.
"Please, lead him to the crime scene. I've got somewhere to be, thank you." He said before dashing out of their view. William stared at Brenda's smiling face as she glanced and gave a sexy look.
"The scene?" William suddenly asked. Brenda looked at him with a hiss. Walked through the closed rope as they bowed down to escape it. They walked inside the building; smoke and the scent of cigarettes thrived through the hallway. The neighbors stared at them; some even ran inside their apartments in fear. Mr. William kept on observing the whole thing until they arrived at the lady's door.
"We have arrived." Brenda said, as William nodded before opening the door. The harsh air slashed down his dry skin, bringing him into inhaling the fresh blood that had rotted inside. William waved the scent as he covered his nostril before moving forward inside. Brenda, on the other side, moved inside, her left hand covering and her right hand firmly holding a touch light.
"Where is the body?" William asked, as his eyes lingered around the whole house. Everywhere seemed to be well arranged, not a mess around, but something caught his eye. He walked over to the cabinet side as he bowed down and stared. Lit his phone touch light as he met with blood stains splashed everywhere on it.
He then moved closer again to the door handle, with a touch of garlic powder rubbed on it. Preventing fingerprints from being detected.
"This is a serial killing," he muttered under his breath as Brenda turned and strode toward him. Her hands were still firmly at the touch as she observed the whole area. William suddenly got some choking; immediately he pulled a box beside an old fridge by the side.
He tugged off the items, as unpaid bills were filed on it. "Was she owning someone?" he whispered.
"Where is the body?" He asked again; Brenda tossed her head and walked toward him. "This way." She pointed at the room. William walked inside gently, his eyes lingering around for any proof.
"Oh goosh—"
"I felt like puking!"
Brenda lashed out as she held her mouth firmly. Strode back, as her eyes met with William. He didn't feel anything, though he had the fresh blood oozing from Mr. Gils was way much. He inhaled it, pulling himself over to the ground and bowing closer to the body. Brenda wondered what type of being he was as she supported her body on the wall.
"A note?" William muttered as he tugged it off the body, his hands fixed on a glove.
"The more you dig, the more lives will be traded for, Mr. Prosecutor."
William stumbled on the floor, heart pounding, breath seized.