The song for this chapter is Come Sail Away With Me by Styx.
I still couldn't believe that Niall wanted to take up this case. We didn't even know for sure if this even was a case! We had one mission: Get the book that possibly can start the apocalypse if fallen to wrong hands to Remiel so he could safely deliver it to heaven. Then we could go back to our normal lives— though I think normal will never be the same anymore. But the important thing was that Niall was slowing down the process by taking up cases that he could clearly call someone else to do, and we were more vulnerable to whatever danger could be after us. We already had a bunch of weight on our shoulders, and we didn't need any extra gain. It got me pretty mad, but there was really nothing I could do. Niall was the one to call the shots since he knew more about this than me. But right now he just seemed like a little kid lighting up to the sight of new toys as we went along the way. I really hoped that he would open up his eyes and understand what was most important at the moment.
Niall and I booked ourselves into a motel for the night to look into this case. Niall hit the police reports we borrowed from the station. I haven't gotten up to the werewolf section of Bobby's journal, so I started there. There were a lot of things written here, but nothing on any werewolves inhabiting Rockcastle. At least there was enough information to fill my knowledge about them.
"Anything?" Niall asked me after an hour of research.
"Nothing," I said. "Except for the part with the ripping the heart out. You?"
"Nada," he said. "I suggest we go to the crime scene and explore."
Niall and I went to put on our FBI attire and took our fake IDs. We hopped into his car and drove off to the crime scene. The sun was getting closer to the west, and soon the sun would begin to cast shadows on the pavement. When we got to the park I saw cop cars parked on the curb, and none other but the police themselves, leaning against their cars with a coffee in their hands. We went to the one closest to the yellow police tape. His tag read Johnson. He looked like he was somewhere around his late twenties, with jet black hair and pale skin. He was attractive for his age, but nothing I would find mesmerizing.
"Hello," Niall said in his American accent. "I'm agent Gray, and this is my partner, agent Wood." Damn, that was hot. "We're from the FBI, do you mind if we take a look?"
"Not at all," officer Johnson said. "I didn't know the FBI looked into this kind of stuff."
"What do you mean?"
"From what we uncovered it just looks like a wild animal. I mean, who have you heard of that walks around ripping people's hearts right out of their chest?" He looked straight at me when he talked, like he was admiring my face. But what was there to admire? His hazel eyes looked me up and down quickly and then a small smirk appeared on his lips.
"Well, we're just checking out of interest," Niall said. I noticed a tint of annoyance in his voice, and when I looked over to him I saw he was glaring at officer Johnson, who was still looking at me like a boy who just opened a playboy for the first time. Though I don't think I should really compare myself to a porn magazine. It seemed as though Niall was getting defensive, but maybe I was just imagining things.
"Okay, go ahead. I won't keep you."
Niall and I stepped under the yellow police tape and walked around as we examined the crime scene. There was a big, dark stain on the grass, suggesting where the bodies were found earlier. That was the first thing that caught my eye. There was nothing else there that was of any use. I saw Niall kneeling on the grass and holding something in a gloved hand. He showed it to me when he stood up and put it in a small evidence bag. From what I could tell it was a tuft of fur, only making the possibility that it was not a human even bigger. After another ten minutes examining the area, we found nothing else and decided to head back to the car. When I was about to get into the passenger seat, I felt a hand on my shoulder. When I turned around I saw officer Johnson standing behind me, a smile plastered on his face.
"Um, agent Wood, was it?" he asked.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"I was wondering, would you, uh, like to get coffee with me sometime?"
Damnit. "Oh, um, I'm sorry, officer, but I don't think I'll be here long. I'll probably be leaving tomorrow." I said whatever came to mind in those few seconds. Hopefully it was enough for him to back off. Hooking up with someone while under a false name was far from the top of my to do list.
"But the case—"
"I have a family urgency I need to attend to, sorry."
"Okay, today then. Are you up for it?" Johnson questioned. Ugh, there was too much hope in his eyes.
"Um, I'll think about your offer," I told him.
"Great, here's my number. Give me a call if you can make it." He gave me a small folded up piece of paper which I had no doubt that it had his number on it. I took it with hesitation, and when I did I gave him a fake small smile before getting into the car. When I buckled up, I noticed that Niall was frowning.
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked in concern.
"Just peachy," he said with sarcasm. Jeez, what's with him?
"Are you sure? You don't look it."
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Let's just get to the morgue."
"It's not because he gave me his number, is it?" I asked.
"What?" Niall questioned. "He gave you his number?"
"And asked me out for coffee."
I heard a small, low growl escape his lips, though I didn't think that was meant for my ears. Was he... jealous?
"Hey, you're not jealous, are you?" I asked.
"Jealous? Me? No!" Niall covered, making it seem like a lie. "Why would I be jealous?"
"I don't know, maybe by the way you're talking? Or by the way your gripping the steering wheel? And I also think I heard a little growl coming from you. But I don't know, maybe I'm just imagining things."
"You probably did." There was a small pause before he spoke again. "He gave you his number, huh?"
"You are jealous, aren't you?" I said with a smirk.
"No, no!" he exclaimed. "I just thought that maybe if you went with him, maybe you can get some more information on the victims. I just don't feel like looking through the victims' files anymore."
I huffed out in annoyance. I didn't want to go. The last thing I needed was that guy's hand down my pants. "No! I don't want to. I couldn't stand the way he looked at me back there. I don't want to have to go through that again."
"Please?" It seemed like he had a hard time saying it. "If you go, I will have to owe you."
"With what?" I asked.
"I don't know, whatever you want," Niall told me. "Maybe he has information the files don't. Please?"
I let out a huge sigh before agreeing to it. Niall gave a smile, though it looked forced. I'm pretty sure he didn't like his own idea as much as I did, but I guessed that he was right. Maybe he knew the victims personally, and had information that a lot of people didn't.
I dialed Johnson's number hesitantly and brought my phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" He answered on the fourth ring.
"Officer Johnson? It's agent Wood," I told him. "Is that offer still standing?"
"Oh, hi!" officer Johnson said. "Of course it is! When are you available?"
"How about right now? I'm really tired and don't think I can focus on the rest of the case if I don't get a cup this instant."
"Sure, how about the coffee place near the Anderson Motel?"
"Perfect, I'll meet you there."
I hung up, not believing that I agreed on a date. At that moment, I really wished that Johnson was gay.
I stood outside the coffee shop near the motel Niall and I were staying at. I had my formal attire on, hoping that it would give the impression that I'm not looking for anything silly. I had been waiting for about fifteen minutes now. I would have went inside if officer Johnson hadn't said that he would be here any minute. Niall dropped me off at the motel before driving off to the morgue. We agreed that we both would get work done simultaneously, though he didn't look so happy about my end of the work.
It was getting colder by the minute the longer I stood there. Jesus, this guy was taking his time. Hopefully it was something at work and not because he was getting ready by dressing less formally.
As I proceeded to wait I thought about Niall and his reaction to Johnson. When he looked at me flirtatiously back at the crime scene, Niall seemed a bit... mad, like Johnson was checking out his most precious possession and was thinking of stealing it. When I told Niall that he gave me his number and asked me out for coffee, his eyebrows were furrowed and he wore such a long frown that I was sure anyone from a mile away could see it. I really wondered what that was all about back there, and why he was so upset about it. The thought that he could've been jealous ran across my mind, but I brushed it off. I really doubted it. How could someone like Niall like someone like me? There really was no way that was possible.
As the thoughts strolled through my head, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around to be facing no other than officer Johnson in casual attire, just as I had predicted. I mentally rolled my eyes as I smiled and greeted him.
"Hey, ready?" He asked.
"I've been ready for the past twenty minutes," I said with a fake laugh.
"Oh, I'm sorry! There was a small incident back at the station and they needed me." Sure, they did. "Anyways, let's go inside, shall we?"
Johnson opened the door for me and I walked into the coffee shop. The scent of coffee hit my nose right away, awakening my senses just a bit. We sat at a table and the waitress took our order. I ordered a vanilla latte, something I've been craving for since the beginning of time. Johnson ordered an espresso and the woman walked away to bring us our coffee.
"So, how long were you planning on staying here?" officer Johnson asked. "You know, before you found out that you had to leave early."
"Well, it depends on how long the case is, really," I told him. "If it takes a week, I would've be here for a week. If it takes as much as three days, I'd be around for three days."
"Oh, well, I really wish you stayed longer. We could've got to know each other better."
"Please, call me Phil."
"Phil, I know where this is going, but I would really prefer it if things between us stayed professional."
"Oh, is agent Gray your..." Phil suggested.
"Uh, yes, yes!" I lied. "Yes, he is. He and I are..."
"Yeah, I understand. Okay, then. I promise to keep things professional." He smiled at me, and I could see the fake behind it. "So, uh, how do you like Rockcastle?"
"Well, the people here ar nice, for one thing. And the neighbourhood looks pretty clean."
"Oh, that's nice."
"Listen, um, Phil," I said after the waitress brought us our coffee. "The real reason why I agreed to join you is because I want to find out more about the case."
"Okay," Phil said, clasping his hands together and leaning slightly forward. "What exactly do you want to know?"
"Before the murders, has anything strange happened? Maybe something you saw, or something someone reported?"
"Well, nothing like this. I can assure you that before the attack this town has been one of the most safe towns in Kentucky."
"I see. Is there anything that the locals don't know about the murder? Something that was kept secret from the public?"
"I don't think so. It really is a tragedy. I feel like just yesterday John came to me for advice for his relationship with Carol. Well, it was yesterday."
"Wait, he came to you yesterday?" I interrogated. "Were they having trouble with their relationship?"
"Well, it wasn't too bad," the officer answered. "Carol just thought that John was cheating on her. He didn't know how to make her believe that he didn't, so he came to me."
"Did he look troubled?"
"Well, how else would one look in a situation like that?"
"No, officer John—"
"—Phil. I mean, was he scared of anything? Like something was coming for him? Did he tell you if he was running from something, or maybe someone?"
"Um, no, not that I know of. As far as I know, keeping their relationship was all that he was worried about."
"Do you know where Carol's family lives?" I asked.
""I do," officer Johnson said. "I can give you John's address also, of you need it."
"Not a problem. The faster this case gets solved, the sooner everyone will feel secure in Rockcastle County again."
"Okay, I think I should be on my way now."
"What? So soon? But you haven't even touched your coffee!"
"— Johnson, I really can't stay. Like you said, the faster this case is solved, the sooner the town will feel secure."
"But, at least finish your coffee. Listen, you said that you will drop if you did not get coffee this instant."
I sighed, knowing I won't be able to leave until I finished my cup. So I stayed. But I regretted it afterwards, because I spent that time listening to Phil talk about some weird case involving a rabid dog. I was quick to finish my coffee, though, so I didn't get to hear how it ended. I told him I had to go— of course, he looked bummed and knew he couldn't make me stay any longer— and quickly made my way back to the motel.
"I got a lead," I said when I walked into the room.
"Let me guess," Niall said. "Carol thought John was cheating so John went to Johnson to ask for advice. Turns out she wasn't cheating and they made out in the park before becoming victims of a jealous wolf."
"How did you know?"
"While you were having a chat with mister right I found out from the morgue where their families live. Turns out everyone knows each other in this town."
"Wait, what do you mean by 'jealous wolf'?"
"Oh, there is some girl who was madly in love with John. I'm guessing she is our werewolf."
"Well, there's only one way to find out. What's her name?"
"Carla Sullivan," Niall said. "I've got her address here, too."
"Then what are we waiting for?" I asked.
The sun was setting by now, almost fully hidden behind the horizon. Niall and I stayed in the car by Carla's house, parked right across the street. It was already past six, and we were waiting here for about three hours now. I was starving, and guessing from the noises Niall's stomach was making, so was he.
"So if she's the werewolf, she'll head out to the woods, right?" I asked.
"She's supposed to," Niall said. "That's what they usually do if they don't like among others like them. They go somewhere others won't see them. By the way, we're lucky this time. Tonight's a full moon."
"They have no choice but to change?"
"No, but if this is her first full moon, she'll think that and run out into the woods."
I caught some kind of movement in my peripheral vision, and when I turned to see what it was, I saw a blonde girl quickly exit the house we were watching. I nudged Niall with my elbow and pointed to her. She looked like a seventeen year old, so I was guessing she was that Cara girl. The fact that she was practically running to the woods across the street from her house also kind of gave it away. When she finally entered the woods Niall and I got out of his Riviera and quickly followed her as quietly as we could.
We brought out our flashlights and had our hand guns drawn, loaded with silver bullets. Niall and I silently made our trek through the woods to find Carla, which didn't take awhile. We found her sitting on the grass and huddled against a tree stump, her knees brought up to her chin.
"Carla," Niall called out.
A/n hello, my lovelies. I've been working on this chapter for what seems like forever, and it feels good to finally be done with it. I hope you liked it, because I know I don't. Be sure to check out the songs in the beginning of each chapter!
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