Chapter 5
Third POV
Bonnie could never forget about the blood turning blue when the sun set, she tussled on her bed and abruptly stood up, arranging her bedside. She hummed, as she quickly prepared breakfast for her and Leah, leaving a list of things that were almost finished on the table, if Leah was up for grocery shopping. She arrived early at the station, reaching the lab quickly after signing it and tried continuing her test on the blood but nothing happened. This greatly infuriated her, since it didn't make any sense as the first time she tested the blood, it didn't match that of a human or any known animal around. Yet now, it was pointing towards a wolf's blood.
Why would Isaiah even have wolf blood? As he was extremely allergic to them for as long as she had known him. Luis had the same issue on his side, as there was nothing special about this case on his table. He was left bewildered, as he stared at Isaiah's corpse and had to stitch him up, as there was no sign of a hole or marking on his skin to give him some sort of clue on how he lost all the blood, water and other fluid in his body.
Luis and Bonnie were unable to find anything that could possibly help find out the root of the problem, leaving another case unsolved, which greatly dealt a swift blow to Luis' ego. Ever since he had been in the LCPD, homicidal cases were practically unsolvable, and he wanted to change that. What could he do when the victim's parents quickly asked for the body to bury it and answer not a single question from the police department? Michael was able to exchange a few words, but he never brought up the questions. He silently helped them mourn away from the watchful eyes of the officers that were present at the station.
Bonnie shared his sentiment to an extent, but she seemed to keep her distance and offer her condolences. The Lock family lost a son, brother, nephew and cousin all at once and it greatly affected them like it should have. They handed her an invitation card to the funeral, leaving her alone to gaze at the card with Luis behind her, doing the exact same thing.
"You are going to be there?" Luis asked not one to hide his frustration. He rested his chin on her shoulder, tracing the silver printing on the card. It was thick and they could smell it. Michael was looking at the invitation card in his hand given to him by them, he kept it on his desk and continued his work, sneezing loudly, catching everyone off guard as they never openly heard him do anything that wasn't a groan, sigh or a scoff.
"Looks like the detective's default sounds are expanding." Luis smiled at the brunet man, who glared at him. Luis raised his hands in surrender with a mischievous smile, as he walked back slowly and decided to get ready for the funeral, which took place in two weeks, but he wanted to prepare very early to be safe. He did turn around and carefully placed his hands on Bonnie's shoulders, lowering his lips to her ears. "You are coming, so don't even think about ditching." He whispered into Bonnie's ear, giving him a glare as well. The combined intensity of the glares sent his way did nothing but made him smile a lot brighter. Bonnie could only stare at the invitation card with a defeated look, as she got ready to leave the station after her evening shift was over.
Two weeks later…
The Lock City Cemetery
Most of the citizens of Lock City wore dark-colored clothes to match the color theme of the funeral. Leah was standing in front of the coffin, looking at Isaiah's corpse, her eyes shaking, unable to stop crying as she couldn't help it. Michael was in the background, keeping his eyes on Luis, not trusting the young man to stay in his lane and respect the dead either. Isaiah's coffin was coffee brown, decorated with flowers and wearing a dark grey suit, as it was known to be his favorite color and they greatly wished to honor him in death. Bonnie arrived early, helping with the decorations and planning, being allowed to place a flower near the bundles of roses by his side. She wore a dark brown dress with her hair braided. Luis and Bonnie were matching in color by pure accident, as he wore a similar shade with his vest and suit pants. Michael stood still at the back, looking away from the Lock family, his back turned away from them as he positioned himself at the entrance of the graveyard.
The priest had arrived, as everyone slowly settled down into their seats to let the ceremony proceed. Leah poured her hair down, resting her head on Bonnie's shoulder until she was slightly shoved to the side by Luis. He managed to make himself look organized while keeping a casual look. He sat on the seat closest to Bonnie, as he wrapped his arm around her neck, while glancing at Leah with a smug smile. Leah didn't do anything, as she looked at Bonnie with sad eyes, guilt tripping her into focusing her attention on her as she grieved and needed emotional support more than anything in the world right now, since the Lock family weren't a fan of hers either.
'Children,' she thought to herself, as she moved from the last seat in the row to the middle, allowing them to sit beside her without starting a fight. They were seated in the second row, since the entire Lock family took over the first rows. The females had their faces covered with black veils; faces set downwards as they did their best to avoid looking at the coffin in front of them. The males had blank expressions on their face, yet their eyes were swollen from all the crying they did in private. The funeral ceremony went smoothly without interruptions from anyone, as they kept silent.
An hour later….
"How come they never allow garlic bread?" Luis asked Bonnie, as he filled his plate and ate his food, while the ceremony continued. "Did your job desensitize you?" Michael approached him, giving him the disappointed dad's glare, as Luis continued to eat and refused to back down. Bonnie gave up on convincing him to act properly through words, sticking to kicking him in the shins to make him behave.
The coffin was slowly lowered into the ground, as the men picked up shovels and refilled the hole. The surface of the dirt poured into the dug-up hole was smoothened. Bonnie couldn't find Simone and Eva, wondering where the girls were and heard about their disappearance with their friends, before Isaiah died.
"That was an interesting funeral." Luis sighed, as he drove Bonnie and Leah back to Bonnie's apartment. Bonnie had her hands filled with a box of tissues from behind the car seat, cleaning the tear stains on Leah's face, as she continued to sleep. The day was over and they would be able to sleep, even if their morbid curiosity was beginning to get harder to control the days passed with the corpses in the city mounting up whenever the day started.