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Detective Thomas

It's been a week since what happened at Chase Laurent house, I spent majority of time at his manor observing, searching, analyzing every small detail of his house. This house was beautiful and even on the inside it appears to be just a average wealthy family house that is until, until you began to dig deeper, until you began to dig deeper and realize that this house constructed with the intention to appear that way the beauty was a mask, a mask to hide to truly vile and sicken atmosphere this hell hole gave. I looked at the beautiful garden, at the first glance its seems like a good spot to relax and enjoy the view and fruits until I remember on 2011 on the news it shows that Marie Laurent and Margaret Laurent had committed suicide in this exact same garden where their graves resides. In Marie Laurent room, the teenager had a diary where she wrote about how much she hated her life and wanted to run away but she knew not to because her father would found her and maybe do something terrible to her, she also talked about how her father would have sex with her after doing it to her mother. She talked about Chase a lot and it was quite evident that she adored him, she said he would always picked up for her and her mother which would always result to him getting beaten terribly by their father.

Marie was a normal teenager in some entries she would talk about crushes, boyfriends, her favorite tv show which was true blood at the time but then all this innocent teen stuff was overshadowed by the entries about her father who would sexual molest her since she was 13 it seems. In the last entries I couldn't stop a tear from falling when she wrote that she found out that she was pregnant and the "monster" forced her to keep it, when she told her mother she was devastated, they tried to leave with Chase but their father found them and beat them terribly leading to Marie to suffer a miscarriage when the father realized he was angry that she didn't tell him because he would've hit her softer. Jacques Laurent was a terrible man, he was truly wicked, vile immoral, evil ...there's not enough words to describe this man. Margaret then decided the only way they could leave was death, Marie was scared at first but thought that death was the only way they could truly be free. Chase wasn't included in this plan because he was very young and as much as they hated the fact to leave him alone they thought he still had a chance of happiness, little did they know he was growing up to just like his bastard of a father.

After reading her journal which I regretted, I place it back in her draw the same place it was some things aren't meant to be moved. Looking in her room was just a basic teen room and she looked like a basic normal teenager but had so much ...so much sorrow. In chase room there was nothing just a dark room with clothes, expensive perfumes, books but nothing that was worth looking into, it appeared that he might have packed some stuff. There's was a room which was a master bedroom but it was bolted shut, I assume this was the room of his parents. I called a team that helped me to get in and when I did a terrible scent hit me and dust, the room was a mess with clothes , broken glasses and paintings were everything. The huge bed had a huge rotten spot where it looked like someone decomposed there- I assumed it was Jacques when Chase killed him. There was this other room right beside Chase's with a tv, a bed and in the drawers were plain clothes and pads and tampons, I knew this was the room he was keeping her, like a fucking prisoner.

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Gregory's Pov

" I can't believe they were this fucking close to getting her....I'm glad she's alive but fuck!" I yelled out in frustration.

" But this just mean we are a step closer we know who has her and we know what he is capable of ." Fletcher said while he sat down on the couch typing away on his novel that he is writing about Zuri which I had expressed to him numerous of time that I found it disrespectful.

" You know fletcher I'm basically paying you for absolutely nothing !" I yelled out because it was true, he made no progress or have done any actual work . " I think I should fire you .."

" Fire me if you must but last night I found 10 houses that could possibly be owned by Chase Laurent's Father Jacques Laurent. I contact a realtor..." he said and I raised one of my eyebrows in confusion.

" How?"

"As a private investigator and ex detective I have connections with a lot of people . I've been doing my researching Greg and I think today we should start our search. Jacques was a very wealthy man and owned a lot of properties . There's a huge possibility that he might be in one seeing that everything was given to him after his father death." Fletcher explained causing me to feel a little bit hope.

"You think the police caught up on that?" I questioned .

"Maybe maybe not but it wouldn't hurt to help with the search ..." he said .

" Okay then let's get started " I said with a little hope , it wasn't much but it's better than not just sitting and waiting for the inevitable.

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Chase pov

Zuri's head was resting on my lap while I play with her braids, she didn't want to lay on my lap I had forced her but I didn't mind doing that . Looking at her I sometimes feel extreme guilt for the way I treated her the way I hurt her, the thought and memory brings me extreme guilt and sadness. It wasn't her sexual purity as I didn't value the concept of a virgin that much because it was a social construct that was created by men it owes no meaning to me. Being a virgin doesn't make you pure and not being one doesn't make you less pure, it depends on your heart and to me Zuri had the purest of them all. Her energy was just pure, her voice, her actions, her paintings and the way how she had protected Kathy sacrificing herself . And despite her being pure she was also broken just like me but she was like a broken vase, beautifully constructed art piece that had shattered in pieces but was carefully arranged back into place so the beauty still remained but if you looked closely you will see the small cracks showing you  that it was broken.

" What's for dinner?" She asked randomly causing me to chuckle .

" Anything you want ..my broken vase.." I remarked causing he to raised her head a little.

"Broken vase ?" She questioned.

"Yes, in my mind I thought of you as a beautiful broken vase..cause you're beautiful but if I were to look closer I would see that you're broken. I on the other hand is like a mirror that was broken by a hammer no repairing can conceal what I hold within . " I explain .

"You're so poetic in a cheesy way..." She commented .

"I love poems ..that's my secret pleasure ." I added .

Zuri then turned her body so she could face me causing me to stare into her brown eyes . " You're so beautiful." She said which caused my face to heat up I didn't understand why so I looked away hiding my smile that grew involuntarily on my face . " I wouldn't think I wouldn't ever see you blush." She then got up and walked to the kitchen . " I'm making red pea soup okay?"

"Okay mon amour."

Ring ring

My phone was ringing which I answered.

"We have a 45 year old doctor staying at the bleu hotel, his death was ordered for 10k euro ." The robotic voice said before it hanged up. Now this was a guilty pleasure that I couldn't give up and it was contract killing. I was working for an underground company that deals with contract killing across the world, my father got me into it .

I got up and walk towards Zuri and hug her from behind, she smell like heaven . " Baby I have to go okay?l

To be continued

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