Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)
Chapter 61
New York Federal Police Station Office (Present)
Chloe's P.O.V
I sigh heavily whilst pulling my loose blonde hair back from my forehead in anxiety. Today the funeral has been postponed to next weekend only due to the horrendous weather coming soon which I think is total bullshit.
Anyways, I decided that today is a good day to have all my new suspects come in and interview them again yet filming them this time only ,because Larry our technician guy was not here on my last wipe-out.
I click out of my various lists of tabs of the crime scene of Eleanor before jumping at the sound of a knock on my door.
"Yes?" I answer.
Megan, my assistant appears before me holding a cup of coffee with her eyes tired and worried as usual.
"Miss Harry is ready to see you." She says walking towards me. Good he better be.
I watch as she sets the cup beside my arm on the desk yet keeping space between the warm nice tasting liquid and new technology.
"Thank you." I say smiling my fake smile. I'm quit used to it now anyways with having to work and socialize with people I barely know.She nods abruptly and vanishes from the room. It's quit sad ,because she's my age accept the fact that Megan is extremely quite, shy and it not an open book.
I grab a notebook and tape recorder from the cabinets of my mother's desk before walking out down the hall.
I see a few of my suspects in the waiting room like Becka, Harry, Hannah , Zayn and Alani? Aloha? Alisha? I'm not sure what her name is ,but she's here and her name starts with an A. She says that she's a close friend to Eleanor anyways so yeah. But what I really question is where is Nelly Hosten and why wouldn't Hannah or Alison know where she went is all three of them were so close?
I look up and smile at Harry who takes a deep breath nervously. He's as attractive as much as Louis.
"Harry Styles, follow me?" I ask
He nods and gets up following me down the hall as I switch the lights on in a confirmation room which I've used only about five times before.
I sit in front of him clearing my mind and pushing the button of the recorder.
"So. When did you last see Eleanor Calder?" I ask him ready to get the ink out of my pen running.
"I-I last saw her in the tour bus before she left to go to New York. I told her goodbye and to um, well have a good trip before hugging her and um...yeah." He says a bit uncomfortable.
I don't blame him. I mean I would be nervous if I were being questioned for my band member's girlfriend's murder. Hell I'd be balling if I were innocent at the thought of it.
"So you've never seen Eleanor since that date. Since September 27th 2014?" I ask him.
"Yes, I have not seen Eleanor since September 27th." He says honestly.
I can tell he's telling the truth but I finish jotting down my notes until a question pops into my head. Bingo.
"And one more thing Harry." I say with his blue orbs trailing back to mine.
"Yes?"
"Now please be honest with me." He stares at me, "...okay?"
"Okay." He nods.
"Has anything ever happened between you and Eleanor that Louis or no one else knows about?" I ask him.
I just want to see if there's an event that could have...I don't know triggered anger towards Eleanor from Harry that would cause him to kill her.
"Well....you see. I-" He starts. I finish writing a slim number one before looking back up at his face.
Tears start to roll down his cheeks.
"Please continue." I swallow hard preventing myself to say anything comforting. It is against the rules unless it means getting information.
"I kissed her." He chokes out.
I furrow my eyebrows, wow. Poor Louis has a band member that's been smooching with his girlfriend.
"Anything else?" I ask him.
He shakes his head no, "We kissed by accident ,but I swear I would never hit her. Hurt her or kill her. I wouldn't even touch any women at that fact. Please hear me out.." He cries.
I play with my pen before looking up back at him. His eyes are bloodshot with his cheeks red. He's clear. But I shouldn't let him know that.
I inhale sharply, "You may go. And send in Becka please." I say with no emotion.
Harry gets up inhaling and brushes his curls back before whipping his tears and heading for the door.
I guess I should say something to make him feel better I mean we all make mistakes, "Oh and Harry." I interrupt.
He turns back, "I won't tell anyone what you've done. Okay." I say before quirking a small smile.
"Okay. And thank you. Detective Chloe." Is all he says before walking out.
I sigh and look across the room at the dull grey painted wall. This is harder than I thought it would be. I jerk as I hear a thunk and look up.
Becka appears before me chewing her gum loudly and leaning on one foot. Her arms are crossed with her clothes looking very revealing. God.
"Look, let's get this over with okay. Eleanor is dead and guess what..." She says coming towards me and having a seat.
I look into her deep blue yet somewhat fake eyes that bat with fake long lashes.
"I'm glad that she's gone." She says shrugging.
I stare at her for at least a minute. Bad comment.
Chloe's P.O.V
I sigh heavily whilst pulling my loose blonde hair back from my forehead in anxiety. Today the funeral has been postponed to next weekend only due to the horrendous weather coming soon which I think is total bullshit.
Anyways, I decided that today is a good day to have all my new suspects come in and interview them again yet filming them this time only ,because Larry our technician guy was not here on my last wipe-out.
I click out of my various lists of tabs of the crime scene of Eleanor before jumping at the sound of a knock on my door.
"Yes?" I answer.
Megan, my assistant appears before me holding a cup of coffee with her eyes tired and worried as usual.
"Miss Harry is ready to see you." She says walking towards me. Good he better be.
I watch as she sets the cup beside my arm on the desk yet keeping space between the warm nice tasting liquid and new technology.
"Thank you." I say smiling my fake smile. I'm quit used to it now anyways with having to work and socialize with people I barely know.She nods abruptly and vanishes from the room. It's quit sad ,because she's my age accept the fact that Megan is extremely quite, shy and it not an open book.
I grab a notebook and tape recorder from the cabinets of my mother's desk before walking out down the hall.
I see a few of my suspects in the waiting room like Becka, Harry, Hannah , Zayn and Alani? Aloha? Alisha? I'm not sure what her name is ,but she's here and her name starts with an A. She says that she's a close friend to Eleanor anyways so yeah. But what I really question is where is Nelly Hosten and why wouldn't Hannah or Alison know where she went is all three of them were so close?
I look up and smile at Harry who takes a deep breath nervously. He's as attractive as much as Louis.
"Harry Styles, follow me?" I ask
He nods and gets up following me down the hall as I switch the lights on in a confirmation room which I've used only about five times before.
I sit in front of him clearing my mind and pushing the button of the recorder.
"So. When did you last see Eleanor Calder?" I ask him ready to get the ink out of my pen running.
"I-I last saw her in the tour bus before she left to go to New York. I told her goodbye and to um, well have a good trip before hugging her and um...yeah." He says a bit uncomfortable.
I don't blame him. I mean I would be nervous if I were being questioned for my band member's girlfriend's murder. Hell I'd be balling if I were innocent at the thought of it.
"So you've never seen Eleanor since that date. Since September 27th 2014?" I ask him.
"Yes, I have not seen Eleanor since September 27th." He says honestly.
I can tell he's telling the truth but I finish jotting down my notes until a question pops into my head. Bingo.
"And one more thing Harry." I say with his blue orbs trailing back to mine.
"Yes?"
"Now please be honest with me." He stares at me, "...okay?"
"Okay." He nods.
"Has anything ever happened between you and Eleanor that Louis or no one else knows about?" I ask him.
I just want to see if there's an event that could have...I don't know triggered anger towards Eleanor from Harry that would cause him to kill her.
"Well....you see. I-" He starts. I finish writing a slim number one before looking back up at his face.
Tears start to roll down his cheeks.
"Please continue." I swallow hard preventing myself to say anything comforting. It is against the rules unless it means getting information.
"I kissed her." He chokes out.
I furrow my eyebrows, wow. Poor Louis has a band member that's been smooching with his girlfriend.
"Anything else?" I ask him.
He shakes his head no, "We kissed by accident ,but I swear I would never hit her. Hurt her or kill her. I wouldn't even touch any women at that fact. Please hear me out.." He cries.
I play with my pen before looking up back at him. His eyes are bloodshot with his cheeks red. He's clear. But I shouldn't let him know that.
I inhale sharply, "You may go. And send in Becka please." I say with no emotion.
Harry gets up inhaling and brushes his curls back before whipping his tears and heading for the door.
I guess I should say something to make him feel better I mean we all make mistakes, "Oh and Harry." I interrupt.
He turns back, "I won't tell anyone what you've done. Okay." I say before quirking a small smile.
"Okay. And thank you. Detective Chloe." Is all he says before walking out.
I sigh and look across the room at the dull grey painted wall. This is harder than I thought it would be. I jerk as I hear a thunk and look up.
Becka appears before me chewing her gum loudly and leaning on one foot. Her arms are crossed with her clothes looking very revealing. God.
"Look, let's get this over with okay. Eleanor is dead and guess what..." She says coming towards me and having a seat.
I look into her deep blue yet somewhat fake eyes that bat with fake long lashes.
"I'm glad that she's gone." She says shrugging.
I stare at her for at least a minute. Bad comment.
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3/21/15