Evelyn was murdered?

“Every murder is the end of a story, yet so many tales take it as their start.”

Five years ago…

•X A V I E R •

[A month later to Evelyn's funeral]

I was doing some paperwork in my office when Simon, my assistant, notified me that Mason was here to see me with a man. Frowning in confusion, I thought, why are they here?

"Allow them in." I said, closing the file in front of me.

The door opened, revealing Mason as he entered with a tall bulky man in his mid-thirties, dressed in white shirt and black trousers with raven black hair and brown eyes.

I stood at my place, saying, "Mason," as I motioned him to fill the seat in front of me, while the man stood behind him.

Everyone was coping in their own way and some were recovering from Evelyn's death a little, but Mason, we didn't know how he was doing.

"This is Richard Carson; he is a detective." Mason said, motioning towards the man whom now I know as Richard. I nodded at him as he nodded back in return.

"He has something to say regarding Evelyn's… death." Mason struggled to say death and after looking at him I honestly didn't want to hear the news either.

"Miss Evelyn Williams, did not die from an accident." Said Richard, I arched a brow at him to continue and what he said later felt like a blow to my gut, "She was murdered."

Mason obviously knew but the shock expressions on my face said it all, "Murdered?"

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Five years later…

[ After Evelyn being alive news was out]

In the starlit night, the black comforting the moon above, she walked down the abandoned street, pulling the overcoat closer to her frame as the cool wind of the night whizzed past her. The heels of her boots were making a clicking sound against the concrete road, and it was the only sound that could be heard throughout the area.

Breathing a sigh of relief, finally being able to sneak out from that awful small house. The house members were drinking and celebrating the news of their beloved being alive. She still could not believe her eyes when she saw her at a grocery shop.

Five years ago, she was relieved that finally she got rid of her but that girl was a clingy bitch who was still not leaving their lives.

The lady in an overcoat took a sharp right turn and entered a dark alley. The path that she took was the dividing area of two large buildings, making the alley narrow where only one person could walk without brushing harshly the brick walls on both sides. The alley was long and extremely dark. The lady pulled out her cellphone and switched on the flash light of her phone. Part of her was cussing as she was extremely terrified of thinking about the creatures crawling on the walls, but she was quite thankful that because if dark they were invisible.

After walking for a few minutes, she finally saw a bulb flickering a few steps away. Picking up her speed the lady ran towards it, she was quaking in fear when she pulled the overcoat closer to her body, hugging herself tightly. Roaming her eyes around the area, her black eyes could make out the two bulbs flickering at either ends of the narrow path. She glanced at her phone registering the time, and she cussed again as they decided to meet at sharp midnight and now it was half an hour past midnight.

After a few minutes of waiting, the person she was waiting for finally arrived, "What took you so long?" She hissed in anger to which the person in the hoodie rolled their eyes, in the shadow of their hoodie, "You called at the eleventh hour, and by the way, I don't live here, I took a flight and came."

"I don't fucking care," the lady said through her gritted teeth. "I paid for your flight tickets, don't give me this shitty excuse. And get this in your thick skull, I won't tolerate this behavior." The lady nudged the head of the hoodie person with the tip of her perfectly manicured finger. The person in the hoodie hissed and glared at the lady.

"I'm not your pet, and the flight was delayed." The person in the hoodie informed the lady, continuing, "Why did you call me here?" The person asked, angrily.

"Evelyn is alive." The lady said in disgust to which the person in the hoodie arched a brow at her, "I want you to find out everything about her." The lady said, firmly.

The person in the hoodie chuckled humorlessly, "Why? Are you scared?" The person asked in amusement.

The lady glared, "Find everything about her as soon as possible, what she did in these past five years and how she became Rose Clinton and before everything is found, is she really lost her memories or just faking it?" She said and continued, "I want you on her trail, give each and every detail of her to me. If that seems to be of no use, then also. I want to know everything." The latter mumbled to herself.

"Wouldn't Mason and Xavier be opening the case again?" The hoodie person asked with a frown.

"That's the least of our worries, we can get rid of those investigators." The lady waved her hand like it was nothing new to her, getting rid of people.

"Then what are you worrying about?" The hoodie person asked, furrowing their eyebrows.

"Evelyn…" The lady's voice trailed off.

"You're worrying about her," the person in the hoodie said with amusement in their voice.

She set her eyes on that hoodie person and mumbled two words, "She knows." Just two words were enough for their amusement to vanish.

"What does that mean?" The person asked with a hint of fear in their voice.

"She saw us when we wrecked her car," the lady said, "And that's why I want to know if she can remember anything or not." She added and the face of their person in the hoodie paled.

"That means…"

The lady continued for the hoodie person:

"Evelyn knows who is her murderer."