'This guy is out of his mind' was the first thought that ran across my mind as soon as he let me go. He claimed to know the culprit then why not get them arrested? why start this entire charade in the first place. I really hated this guy. He was getting on my nerves.
"And get lost" he said with a staright face as he walked away, i was surprised at his arrogance but before i could come up with a comeback Emma walked in, "Sam why are you being so mean to him?" she asked as she frowned.
"Shut up" was all he said to her as he passed by.
"Is he always like that?" i asked.
She looked at me and i could see the redness in her eyes from all the crying.
"Ah no, hes really a nice person. Just that he really loved Sally. Family means a lot to him" she sighed.
"Alright come with me, i'll show you Sallys room" she said and started climbing the staircase.
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Odd. Was the first word that came to mind as i walked into Sallys room.
Usually one would expect a girls room to be a bit more ....girly? But hers was quite plain. Even plainer then what a boys room would be.
"We moved some of her toys out today" Emma claimed.
Which piqued his interest. Her calmness, or rather how calm the entire family was seemed quite odd to me.
They were hiding something, that much was obvious.
"I see, and the rest of her stuff is still here?"
"Yes, but her cellphone broke during the accident.."
Owning a cellphone was rare. You had to be quite rich to afford one, and the Maxims had that quality for sure.
"Where is it now?"
She looked at me blankly.
"we threw it away"
"..." , 'She didnot just say that'.
"But it might still be in the trash!" She said as she dashed through the door. She was really fast, as she made her way to the garbage can and started rummaging through it, meanwhile i searched Sallys room.
As soon as i picked up the pillow a letter fell down on the floor, i quickly picked it up and put in his pocket and as soon as i did Emma walked in.
"Here" she said as she tossed the broken phone towards me.
I looked at it and then placed it in my pocket as well.
I searched her room for a while but in the end couldn't find much.
"Didnt she own a diary?" I asked curiously.
"Ah yeah she did..." she spoke slowly.
"Then where is it?" Now I was sure something was going on, Emma was starting to get nervous. Clearly she was hiding something.
"I don't know" was all that she said as she started weeping.
This did not startle me, i had seen enough crying for one day and i was already sick of it.
"Then tell me someone who does know" i said grimly.
"Ask ....Sally" was all that she said as she crawled into a corner and wept.