A spark from me to you

Lopalt

This wasn't making any sense. Nothing was to be honest. Xavier Roshen... I scowled slightly while thinking of his name. I placed my hand into my pocket, scouring through it for something. Of course he did... I pulled out a piece of parchment which was folded up neatly and placed inside my pocket. I opened it. In it was written with his address, and a little note written at the bottom.

I know you might want to know more about the murder, so come to this address.

-Xavier Roshen

I scrunched the note up, placing it back into my pocket. As I walked, I could hear a pair of footsteps behind me. I turned my head slightly. It was Detective Raysh. He came up to me, not with that friendly smile that he always had either.

"Chief Lopalt! Why did you leave so abruptly while we were questioning a suspect? You are not allowed to leave so suddenly!" I paused, giving the note to the detective, with a straight face.

"I met Xavier Roshen, a couple of hours previously. He seemed rather.... Interesting. He seemed to know something about the murder, and plus, he was mentioned in Dorren's story. So that's an extra suspect. Including Reynold."

"I see... You should go over and write down everything key detail that he provides you with, make sure not to miss anything. And after, we will have to find any other suspects that may know anything about the murder or knew Willard personally. Whether it'd be neighbours, friends, family, I need to know." He said. He seemed quite as determined as I was to solve this case. I didn't blame him, whatsoever.

"Understood. I'll document every detail he gives and follow up on anything that stands out." I nodded my head in respect, turning around, and walking into the opposite direction.

"Now, to deal with Xavier..." I was not looking forward to interacting with Xavier, he got on my nerves, as he seemed to like pushing my limits quite a bit. I then made my way into the Garage bay, opening one of the cars' doors, sitting in the driver's seat and turning on the engine, as it growled to life with a deep rumble, surging into a powerful revving roar, as the fuel ignited, then settling into a steady rhythm, as I drove off into the night, looking at the piece of parchment Xavier had placed into my pocket, crumbled and brittle in my hand. I the quickly typed up the address of his house onto my phone, as I followed the red line that led to his place, with me being a small blue arrow.

I parked the car in front of this rather large white house. It had neatly trimmed hedges that led to a pair of massive black front doors, with silver handles. I made my way towards the front doors as I passed a small, yet elegant fountain made out of cement, with a tiny cherub on the tip with water coming out of the pot it was holding. I looked down, noticing the marble pavement beneath me. Wow, this guy really goes all out when it comes to his house. His house seemed the same as him. Sophisticated, neat and spotless. But he was a rather...peculiar person. He was very disruptive, in his own unsettling, strategic sort of way. It was quite annoying, actually.

Thinking of having to deal with him again just made me want to suffocate myself with a pillow, as the air slowly depleted around me. I inhaled, then exhaled heavily, trying to maintain a laid-back composure. I walked up the marble stairs, placing my finger on the doorbell, hesitating for a second, then pressing it slightly, a calm tune exiting from it.

I could hear footsteps on the other side, then before I knew it, the door opened slightly, with Xavier standing there with that same annoying smirk plastered on his face. The same emotions that I felt when I first him, were now appearing, but I tried to drown them out, the same for my thoughts. He stood there, black buttoned-down shirt, tailored charcoal trousers that carried both refined sharpness and natural ease, with a cigarette as it's smoke was emitted into the air, as though it were flowing with the breeze. His black hair, slicked back, yet slightly tousled sat on his head, adding to his calm demeanor.

He leaned against the door frame, his posture effortless yet deliberate, as his green, emerald eyes held me in place, with an unwavering assertiveness. He gestured inside.

"Are you just going to stand there, Chief? Or are you going to come in?" He said, his voice was filled with a bit of humour as I stared at him, with a glare.

I entered his house, the smell of aged leather, and faint traces of cologne hanging in the air. He closed the door behind us, walking in front of me, as he led me towards a separate lounge area. There were white couches, with a soft silky, black carpet underneath a small marble coffee table and a large black television hung over the white concrete fireplace with a few aesthetic decorations set up around the room such as small candles, a bowl of fruit and fancy lighting. He sat on one of the sofas, as I sat on the one opposite from him, with the table in between us.

He sat in a poised sort of position. Refined, as he had one leg crossed over the other, with his hands in his lap, entwined with each other. He looked at me.

"Would you fancy a beverage?" I looked up at him, a straight face.

"No thank you." I said, trying to keep my tone refined.

"Well then." He adjusted his position slightly; I could hear the sound of the fire crackling in the background.

"Now that you're here, Chief, I would like to say how honoured I am, for someone of authority like you, to be in my humble abode." His tone held an air of amusement, as though he found the situation more entertaining than serious.

"Well." I cleared my throat. "I had to, seeing as though I had gotten a rather inconspicuous sort of invite. It would have been rude if I rejected, wouldn't it?" He was starting a game, that I was playing along with, but I only did so to see how this would play out.

He scoffed slightly, still keeping that smirk on his face. "I never knew someone as cold hearted as you would accept an invitation just out of 'not wanting to be rude'."

"Well, I'm full of surprises, aren't I?" I leaned back; a slight grin started to settle on my face.

"It seems to appear that way. Now, enough beating around the bush, you wanted to hear what connection I may have had to the boy, right?"

"Didn't it seem that way when I appeared on your doorstep?" I asked, I was starting to get a bit cocky, but I held on to that enigmatic demeanor that I tried to show on my face.

"Oh, someone's starting to become a bit feisty?" He said, rather amused by my tone. I sighed.

"Start with how you know Dorren, or better yet, Willard."

"I don't really feel like it." He leaned back, with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking as he had his eyebrows raised. I don't have time for his games...

"If you don't feel like speaking, then I'll gladly just leave." I said, hoping to provoke a reaction.

"Quite determined, aren't you? Alright, if that's what you want, I'll get right to the point." He placed the cigarette in the ashtray that was on the coffee table, pressing the tip down until the ember gave its final hiss and vanished into the ash. The smell of the cigarette drowned out as it's smoke faded alongside the scent.