Ella Bismol glared at the black cat staring at her from across the street. She scowled as the cat gracefully turned around, its tail high up in the air to show her its wrinkly backside. Ella turned away and continued walking past a large group of people, surrounding the newspaper stand. She grudgingly, held her arms out in front of her to push away the swarm of hot bodies and loud noises. She nearly made it through the whole crowd before one of the things that someone-Ezrah Stone, reporter for The Daily Eddison, shouted something into the crowd which diverted everyones attention to him for a quick second before turning back to the stand and pushing to buy a paper.
Ella elbowed her way through the crowd, and found herself being pushed into Ezrah.
"What happening?" Ella asked the obviously annoyed reporter who was rolling his eyes at the crowd. "Why is everyone here?" Ezrah diverted his attention to her. He was only a few years older than her, 23 with a job of writing for Overthebrook's newspaper, The Daily Eddison.
Ezrah's eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at Ella. "Didn't you hear?"
"Hear what?"Ella asked, slightly annoyed.
"Ilana McHaven's body was found yesterday morning by some kids. I wrote an article about it. Did you read it?" He asked, hopefully, his dark brown eyes lighting up.
"Obviously no." Ella said, motioning to the crowd, before she was quiet for a minute and then asked quietly. "Where was she found?" Her eyebrows knitted together, rarely any murders or murder in general happened in small, peaceful Overthebrook, and suddenly Ella understood the stampede of people and she very nearly wanted to join them.
"By the Wilhelm river." Ezrah said, his eyes narrowing. "By some kids. It was horrible." Ezrah shivered. "Blood, practically mutilated."
"Who was it again?" Ella asked.
"Ilana McHaven. Niece of Iris. She was just visiting for a while" Ella looked across the street at the purple-doored magic haven also known as Iris' shop. Inside were weird herbs and glass balls, tarot cards and recipe books. Ella loved it and visited as often as she could.
"Oh no. Poor Iris." Ella made a mental note to write her a letter and buy a lot of things from her store.
"Poor Iris." Ezrah acknowledged.
"Who killed Ilana?"Ella asked. "What weapon, do you think?"
"Dunno." Ezrah said, his lip twisting up into a slight grimace. "No weapons, footprints, fingerprints. Nothing. Only her and...what was left." Ella cringed and looked up at Ezrah and his fair features, tan face, straight black hair. He had lived in Overthebrook his entire life and so had his mother, his grandfather had moved from Bejing when he was a young man and had wound up meeting his future-wife on the plane.
Ella looked around. The crowd had dissipated a little but was still generally large for Overthebrook. Ezrah looked down at his watch and a worry line creased his forehead. "I've got to go. " He said quickly, "Bye." before he sprinted off. Ella rolled her eyes at his dramatic exit and continued to walk down the street to the house she lived in with her Mother, Aunt Elizabeth, and cousin, Vinnie and their incredible amount fish.