Sometimes, to get the information I needed, it would require me to get... involved with my person of interest. Each and every time it wasnt real. I would hold in the feeling of bile rising in my throat every time another pair of hands touched me, like I was some sort of innocent doll. I was handed my drink, and began innocently sipping at it, eyeing the bartender. I figured out my plan A, and plan B, C, and D. His eye caught mine as he began walking over to me. He was young, my guess about 24 years old. A perfect target. "How long have you been working here?" I asked, my voice at a normal volume unlike the rest of the room. "About 6 years." "You are 27?" I asked, purposefully getting it wrong so he was under the impression I was smart (which I like to believe I am, at times)- but not too smart. The perfect girl to trick, manipulate. "No. 23." He replied. He was most likely either taking a !llegal job, or he was European. (My guess was a year off. Is he a February birthday?) "How's it like?" I asked, putting back on my innocent voice. The type that would make people want to tell me everything. Everything like how many times Ivy Banes has been in this club. Everything like which direction she leaves and what ID she uses. "Honestly, boring. I would rather be doing something different right now." He said, a poorly hidden smirk lifting on his face. I blinked, my eyes wide. "Hm?" I replied, as if I didn't know exactly what he meant. He went to the back, into a closed room, (I noticed this earlier as that is where he walked out from) came back out and wrote something down, and was soon standing right behind me. A fellow b@rtender gave him a raised eyebrow, to which he ignored. I guess I was going to follow a sketchy dude in a clvb. I watched his steps, quick but calculated. Down past where I was sitting, out of a crowded area and to a dimly lit hallway, where he would probably round up all the polite naive girls (he met a few every day, most likely) m@ke out with them, and get back to work. "Name?" "Leanna." This was a lie that slipped smoothly off my tongue. "I'm James." He said, answering a question that was never asked, and inching closer to me. I could hear his breathing, in and out. In and out. "Do you interrogate every girl you meet?" "No. But you? You're special. You aren't like other girls." He replied, inching even closer, until I was within breathing distance of him. "How so?" He closed the space between us, pulling me into a horrible k!ss. I had to lead him on, trying my best not to retch with his arms wrapped around me. I pushed him off of me (lightly, playfully, even.) and got straight to the point. Like the f00l he is, he willingly gave me the information I needed, except for her ID which he would m3ssage me a picture of. This was surprisingly according to plan A. She wasn't Ivy Barnes, this time, but Amelia Victor. (Was this to mess with me?) She left around 1 am every night except for Wednesday for the past 5 weeks, and after leaving from the back of the building, she always went to the right. It was funny how much one person could tell you. I went to the bathroom, reapplied my makeup, smoothed my dress, and was back to Chelsea. Unfortunately, Victor was there, dressed sharply. He was undeniably handsome, I would give him that. He had a tattoo up his shoulder with a date I was unfamiliar with, a sharp jawline, and dark hair that was perfectly tousled. It had the slightest curl in it, and it was the perfect shade of dark brown. "Me and Viv are done. Want to get some drinks?" She smiled, standing up from her stool. "Let's just go back to the apartment and gather what we've learned so far. I have some stuff there." Victor concluded and began walking towards the exit. Me and Chelsea followed, and she whispered something very impolite in my ear about Victor that I will not tell. I cackled- I intended for it to come out like a giggle, which got me a death stare from Victor. I can't wait till the day everyone knows about who did these things to their loved ones. That the tears they cried wouldn't be for nothing- justice for their broken hearts. I could tell the whole world right now my findings. but a part of me is selfish. I want to watch her beg me to let her go. I want her to feel the pain she instilled on others. By finding her, I was not only risking my life, but the lives of others. And I will do anything in my power to stop the next victim from being chosen.
i already wrote 3 mor3 chapters lols
