Ally?

"So, the Blood Reaper has struck again?" One of the detectives asked.

"Indeed."

Via's calm expression caught Cathyia off guard. She had to get out of there before they started to inspect the crowd. People were squeezing in to attempt to get a look of what was going on, so it was quite easy to slip out of the large group of people. She ended up going to Cafe Breve just down the avenue of the crime scene.

As Cathyia entered, the bell from the latched door sounded. She was reminded of what happened the night before. The scent of earl grey tea filled her nose as a server she knew as Lucy greeted her at the entrance and sat her.

"Alright ma'am, what would you like today?" Lucy was one of the sweetest people that Cathyia knew. Her innocent smile could cheer up anyone's day, no matter how bad.

"Earl Grey, please,"

"Coming right up!"

Cathyia drank her cup in silence. Obviously, she expected the police to find the bodies, but Via? What was she doing there with detectives? Wasn't she just a basic cop with basic skills? And an irresponsible one at that. She was literally eating a pastry on the job. However, her deduction skills proved even more impressive than the two detectives combined. What if her weapon skills were even better? No, it was better to not think of her as of now.

Cathyia made her way home after the police and crowds had cleared after dark. She opened the door to the apartment.

"You're late, brat."

Of course, dad was probably drunk again, not surprising. She kept her head down and continued walking, avoiding eye contact. With his back still to her, Cathyia's father piped up again, "Didn't you hear me? I said you're late."

"Sorry," Cathyia mumbled. It was pointless to argue with an alcoholic that doesn't even realize what he's saying.

She entered her room, sitting down at her desk to find a piece of paper that she started this morning. It read:

Reece T. Harrison

48 Moulton Rd.

Divorced 4 times after killing his past wives with poison.

She sighed. The doorbell rang at that exact moment. Her dad wasn't going to go answer it anytime soon.

She answered the door to find a man wearing a hat. It was covering his eyes and hair..

"Evening, ma'am. Would you- by any chance, be Cathyia?" he asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Officer Theo Wilson. Would you mind if I come in?"

"Of course," Cathyia was confused, but stepped out of the way to let him enter.

"Ha," Her dad laughed, "Who's that? Your boyfriend?"

Cathyia didn't speak as she led the stranger to the living room and asked him to take a seat. He did.

"Would you like some tea?" she asked.

"No, it's alright." Even after entering the house, he didn't take off his hat, which Cathyia found strange. "I'm sure you're aware of what happened with Lord Lowell last night."

Cathyia gulped.

"And the Blood Reaper?"

He said it too calmly. She stared at him in disbelief. Did he know it was her? It was impossible. She covered her tracks. That was guaranteed.

"Officer, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said as she slowly reached for the knife in her back pocket.

"Don't worry," He laughed, pressing her hand back down so that she released its grip on the blade. "I didn't tell anyone."

"What are you here for?"

"I want to make a deal."