100 Ways to Solve a Murder-Chapter 148: The Reunion VI
The Octagon, Queen Mary University 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Levi looked at Carol’s eyes with as much intensity as he could express, "Tell me everything you know." he said.
Carol Corden trusted her life in the hands of the Irishman, and she shared everything she knew about her fiance with Levi. He ’acted’ as the negotiator between her and the feds, when in fact he was the one calling the shots at that moment. He hung onto her every word, and his eyes widened in glee, they got him with Carol retracting her previous statement that she was with him at home during both Olivia-rose and Evelyn’s death. And with her intel stating that she had seen him hiding a large number of drugs in their place but was too afraid to confront him. All of it was enough probable cause for them to get an arrest warrant from a judge.
But that would even be too long for Levi; he needed something that would catch him now, to assure that he will not have enough time to escape or attempt to release their current’s informants compromising videos to the world. He racked his brain on what would be the perfect course of action, and it hit him. A sinister grin appeared on his face, and he turned to the brown-haired woman, he placed his hands on each of her shoulders, leaning forward to look straight to her still frightened eyes. "Do you trust me?" he asked, and with all her might, Carol nodded.
"Then stay here until I get you," he said, taking her silence as consent, he returned to the event.
He grabbed his phone and dialled Marco’s number.
It was 15 minutes later when the bearded GP blended in the crowd sporting a tuxedo, gel keeping his hair in place. He grabbed his phone to dial the Irishman’s number, but before he could even press the call button he received a text, ’On your left’ it said.
Marco made his way towards the balcony on his left, and there stood his best mate minus his tuxedo jacket, he turned to his right, noticing a familiar-looking woman. Looking closely, he noted that it was Carol Corden, over her gown was the Irishman’s tuxedo jacket.
Marco wondered why he was there in the first place, he had no idea why, he just received his instructions minutes before saying, "In the trunk, there’s a suit. Wear it and get here. Now." and lo and behold said Tuxedo was in the trunk like he said.
Levi turned to the woman, "Carol, you remember Marco Evans." the Irishman said, "Good to see you again, Miss Corden." Marco said, offering to shake her hand with his. She took it and gave him a curt smile—the two of them mirroring each other’s oblivious expressions, as to why they were being introduced.
Suddenly they noticed that the once exuberant music-filled Hall turned silent, and the dancing before had stopped when the MC grabbed everyone’s attention. Standing beside the blond MC was a man clad in protective gear. "Marco" Levi took the two’s attention from the current situation. "Escort Carol to the CID, I’ve informed Davies that she’s coming." the Irishman said, earning a nod from the bearded man.
"Carol, do you trust me?" he asked, turning to the woman, unleashing his charms yet again. Marco mentally rolled his eyes. He was such a prat, he thought.
Marco did as he was told and offered his elbow to the woman, and they vacated the place as was instructed. On their way, he took note that the crowd was in line for evacuation, bomb-sniffing dogs and a police officer roamed around the premises. On their way to his vehicle, they couldn’t help but notice the fire truck, ambulance and a number of both marked and unmarked police vehicles.
Marco scowled, he had a gut feeling that the Irishman had something to do with the current situation.
The second Marco and Carol disappeared, his eyes searched for the redhead. But he saw no trace of her. He manoeuvred undetected, searching for the woman. He shouldn’t have left her alone with that monster for such a long time. But it couldn’t be helped; his hands were tied dealing with Carol. He roamed the familiar halls, his feet led him to the empty darkened library, and he paused when he heard voices.
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20 minutes ago
David Fletcher walked out of the loo, taking a sharp right turn towards the hallway leading to the reception. He paused on his tracks seconds later, bent over in the empty hallway was a woman in a royal blue gown, her slender leg sticking out of her gown as she visibly had trouble fixing the strap of her heels. But that wasn’t the main reason as to why he felt his throat dry suddenly; it was the brilliant crimson shade of her hair.
The woman turned when she sensed him approach, her big green eyes looked at him; "I’m sorry," she said, her voice sultry. Plump lips red as her hair. "Having trouble?" he asked as he walked towards her, eyes scanned her body in a heartbeat.
Sam smiled up at him, sheepish, and she sighed for effect. "I’m having trouble with the straps," she confessed, pouting her lower lip at him. Men, after all, always fell for the damsel in distress act.
"May I?" David asked, offering his help. "Please," she replied, and he knelt before her. Sam raised her leg to give him easier access, and he gulped when she placed her hand on top of his head, using him to keep her balance. She grabbed his hair firmly but softly and brushed her nails lightly against his scalp.
Sam wittily stuck her leg farther, exposing more of her skin to him, and David felt his body grow warm. His fingers found its way to fix her straps, touching her slender ankle as he did so.
After he was done, he looked up at her, and she looked down at him with a mischievous grin on her lips. "How is that?" he asked, and Sam looked at her feet. She smiled with satisfaction, "Perfect, how could I thank you?" she asked, releasing her hand on his head.
David stood up; his eyes couldn’t help but appreciate how her hair complimented her skin. And he had to stop the strong urge to grab her hair, and feel it under his fingertips, and smell it.
"A dance," he answered, offering his elbow to her. Sam smiled, batting her eyelashes at him. "I would love to," she said, hooking her arm against his.
The two danced, body swaying with the music. Body pressed against each other, his hands were pressed too low for her liking on the small of her back, but she remained smiling at him and chatting with him, whispering words and giggling at his tacky jokes. She fought her constant urge to rip herself away from the man, she buried it, for Levi. If only he would hurry, she thought, before she got to her last nerve.
They were in their third dance when David’s eyes started darting around the hall, searching for his fiance. He had not seen her since they separated, and Sam knew anytime he would leave her in search of her, Foiling Levi’s plan. And so, she did what she wanted most to avoid, to invite a possible killer somewhere with just the two of them.
"My feet are starting to hurt," she whispered to his ear, "Mind taking them off of me somewhere just the two of us?" she asked. His jaw dropped for a moment, but as she expected all thought of his fiancee disappeared in his mind.
The two of them walked around searching for a private place, Sam taking turns around the place where she knew was mostly populated. She took him into circles around the hallways, having seen the displayed emergency exits in the whole place helped with this, and she knew she was buying the Irishman the time that he needed. She just hopes that he will come and get her soon.
Sam couldn’t lead David into circles anymore without drawing suspicion, and so she allowed a dark blond man to lead her to an empty library, and he pushed her to the table. She giggled playfully, but she knew he wanted to be in control. She can’t have that, she thought. IF he dictates the pace, this will end up with him with a broken nose running away from her faster than she could say, Levi Knight Jackson.
Ergo, she grabbed his collar and pulled him towards one of the bookshelves pressing her lips against his heatedly. Good god, she wanted to cuss out loud. He was a terrible kisser, she thought. His hand made its way to caress the outside of her exposed thigh.
Sam heard the door creak, she knew they weren’t alone, and she opened her eyes to see Levi glaring at the two of them. She mentally sighed, thinking, ’took you long enough.’
David turned at the sound of footsteps, and he flinched startled. Towering a few inches over him was none other than the blond Irishman. Sam gasped, feigning surprise. "Darling, I’ve been looking all over for you," Levi said, the danger was evident in his voice. Something David sensed the second he spoke; he wasn’t aware that she had a date. David scampered off the redhead; the intensity in the slicked blond’s gaze was enough for him to keep his distance.
"They are evacuating everyone," Levi informed, offering his hand to the redhead, as to escort her out. Sam took his hand, wiping her mouth with her hand and the two strutted away. David watched the two walk away, wondering if they were in a so-called ’open relationship’ based on the strange slicked blond’s reaction. But to him, it didn’t make sense, the way the blond man looked at him seconds before he felt like he would tear him apart in a heartbeat. Yet he did not bother to address him once.
