Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

Ophellia Wilson Indeed, the sight of the envelope originally made David swallow, groan, and grimace. In that exact order, no less. I wasn't late. Not this time, he muttered in annoyance, removing the white container and shakily opening it. His eyes immediately widened when he realized it was most definitely not his landlord bitching at him or anything close to that. In fact, this was the very last thing he would have expected pictures! Of the very same scene he just left! .... Hoooooly fuck! How in the hell did someone get a much better view than myself? After scrolling through the photos, he then read the small but essential note that had been included with it. This ... is way too convenient. You can't deny that ... Be that as it may, the note was correct. His curiosity had definitely been piqued. And even if listening to this letter was a dumb idea for a number of logical, sane reasons, David was seriously considering listening to the not-so-sane decision to go and see what was at the phone booth. Well, whoever the fuck gave these seems to know you or at least knows how to do their homework. That much was clear by the words 'Mr. Edwards' being included at the start of the letter. True, someone could easily have asked the landlord. But they, in return, were supposed to give their information over. No random person was simply allowed to see any of the other tenants so .... yeah. David nodded too himself, having already come up with one idea that could be done in order to get a better idea on what exactly he was getting into. ... Oh shit! Wait! Is this from the murderer?! David had barely picked up on a few pieces and words the police had said. He distinctly recalled hearing the words 'foul play' and these pictures only made it that much more likely they were right. It was impossible to imagine some bystander being so close to the scene and not doing a goddamn thing. And even then, should that assumption be right, they would quickly become as guilty as the actual person behind Nancy and Rick's demises, both on a very technical and metaphorical note. The young man stumbled inside, feeling his heart rapidly pounding against his chest. ... If I'm gonna go, no fucking way am I losing these. Partly because they truly were his 'projects', but also, it would give the police the very wrong idea. And he didn't want to risk getting more involved than he already was. So, hurrying forward as best as he could - barely avoiding tripping over his own feet - David soon stood in front of a small safe. His hand moved deftly, with confidence, as the combination had been remembered for a good number of years now. As the door opened, he tossed all of the new photos plus his phone inside and hastily locked the door, as if fearing someone had already snuck up behind him. David then moved away, standing beside a desk. Upon opening the drawer, many more iPhones would be seen all new and most still within their packages. Grabbing an unused one, David shakily opened it up and wasted little time in testing the Camera function out by snapping a few shots of his own room. A few nervous chuckles and sighs of relief later, David leaned against the wall still trembling, heart still frantically beating, but otherwise wanting to believe he was ready. Okay. Let's calm down and assume this isn't the murderer. Just ... some very creepy son of a bitch. You can do this. This bastard has nothing on you. Nodding to himself, David finally pushed himself away, pocketing the new iPhone into his pocket, and ran. The pay phone was one he'd walked by many times, and even used a few. So he knew exactly where to go. Hell, David even knew a few short cuts to help make the trip even faster than it would have normally been. Thankfully, these were hours where people usually ate, were at work, dd something other than use a mere pay phone. Thus, David found himself alone, not at all interrupting anyone. So ... he waited finding himself full of hope, curiosity, and a healthy dose of fear that had mingled in with the faintest hints of paranoia. ... Maybe you should go. Before it's too late? This may not be worth it ...