39. Hair down

In an office, piles of documents stacked on a table. Detective James Harvey sat down on the edge of the table, biting on a pen and flipping through a file with utmost concentration.

His blond hair was rough, there were sachets of instant coffee all over the floor around him, and the little dark circles that formed at the bottom of his eyes showed that the man hadn't closed his eyes the previous night.

"Harvey, so here's what I found out about our guy..."

"Hit me," He instantly tosses the file to one side, opens his drawer, picks out two more sachet of instant coffee, and dumps the content into a cup.

"So, his name is Reuel Caddel... His name rings a bell?" Walter asks, as James draws water from the dispenser.

"You mean THE Reuel Caddel? Of Caddel group?" He asks as he turns off the water and strolls back to take a seat at the edge of the table again.

"That Reuel Caddel!" Walter affirms.

"Now, that explains the exquisite car." James sips from his coffee, taking in a minute to internally praise the producers.

"And as we already know, Erina works at one of the Caddel malls. From the information I got, that's where they met."

"Hah! So it was a romance movie setup... Nice." James laughs.

"They haven't been together for too long. Almost about a month."

"Would a man do something like that for a woman he's only known for less than a month??" James wonders out loud.

"That's what I'm wondering. And I've also confirmed that he was in unicorn city at the estimated time of the assault."

"So he has an alibi,"

"A strong one."

James takes in a deep breath. The doctors will not allow anyone see the kids for longer than five minutes, claiming they needed rest. There was no clue as to how this happened, since neither of the victims were fit to talk.

He had hoped for something to pop up from this angle but...

"He could have been in Unicorn city, and just ordered the assault."

"That is definitely a possibility,"

"Yes it is, so we just have to find a crack somewhere. Call his office and set an appointment." James says and starts packing some things

"I knew you would say that, and I already did. But the man doesn't go to work on a daily basis. There is no way to be sure he would be there today." Walter stated, and James hisses frustratingly, as he sat back on the edge of the table.

"The only person we can get access to is his office secretary. Whom I already visited, and the lady made it clear that even his personal assistant Gary Bert would be almost unaccessible, more or less the man himself."

"That means we have a chance at meeting this Gary, let's talk to him first then..."

"Like I said, the man is almost impossible to meet. Right now, he's on a business trip to New-Monsoon City." Walter explains, and James' fingers run through his hair frustrated and annoyed.

But there was little to nothing they could do.

It was in the records that he boarded the plane to Unicorn City, it was also in the records that he landed there and didn't return to Black-Crust till Thursday.

There was no way to reach the man, and his assistant was out of town. It was one annoying case.

...

Since she had decided to stay, she called Roxy to inform her, and the lady had screamed her lungs out.

Scolding Erina for spending the night out, and not calling her, and now she was spending another day away from home. It was almost like Erina was on the phone with her mother.

After some serious scolding, Roxy had told her she had something important to tell her, and that she better not spend the night in ``that man's`` house, and Erina had quitely agreed.

Erina had been wearing the same pair of clothes since the previous day, it was dirty and she couldn't wear it again.

He had offered to take her shopping so she could get somethings but she had rejected the offer, asking him if he had a washing machine in his house, to which he had replied, yes.

"Then just lend me your clothes, and I'll wash these. I'll be here till evening, they should be perfectly dried by then." She had said, and didn't give him room for any further arguments.

When she went into to the bathroom to take a bath, she ran back out, looking at him weirdly. "The wall," She had simply said, causing him to laugh and then he went on to show her that she could actually tint the glass with a certain remote if she wanted.

With the new realization, she ran back into the bathroom, tinted the glass with the remote, having fun playing with it for a while, before finally taking a shower.

She was tempted to use that enormous bathtub, but she didn't want to touch something she didn't know how to operate and make a mess, so she stuck with her shower.

All the while she bathed, she still didn't drop her hair.

Cleaned and dressed up in his brown polo shirt that served as a knee-length gown for her, she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Don't you ever let your hair down?" He asks as soon as she steps out of the bathroom with her hair still tied up in a bun, water dripping from it. 

"I_ I do, when I'm at home. It's kind of long," She replies.

"Then let it down,"

"Wha_"

"You say you let it down when you're at home... This is home," He points around them as he walks over to her.

"This is home White, so let down your hair." Lords! How did he always manage to romanticize even the simplest of words, and make her heart flutter.

"I want to see you with your hair down," He walks to her back, his hands on her shoulders, bringing his lips closer to her ear.

"Can I?" He asks, and lords! Even if he asked her to tear out her heart, with this voice, and in this manner, she would do it without complaint. So she nods a yes.

With her consent, he slowly loosened the bun. He'd been studying it for a long time. Every time they met, he always glanced at it, thinking of how to undo it.

He'd done this a couple of times in his head, so doing it now was rather easy as he drew out the last pin that held the hair in place.

Allowing the long silver-white hair to fall majestically behind her, catching the rays of sunlight that crept into the room, sparkling like the feathers of a swan under its shine.

And her hair touched her knee, and passed it by some inches.

"I don't even know what to say," He was short of words. Really. Every single thing about her was just exquisitely enchanting.

"It's too long, isn't it," She palms her face in embarrassment.

But then he walks to her front, and takes her palm off her face.

"This," He touches her hair tenderly, and gosh! He loved the feeling in between his fingers. It was soft and wet, almost like the feather of an owl. He wanted to play with it. Sincerely...

"This is entrancingly beautiful."

And she loved his answer, and he who said it, she adored.

And she wished to kiss him, not just a teasing peck like the previous times, but a real kiss like the first they had.

She wanted to taste his lips, and feel his tongue over hers... But how could she ask this?

Once again, he could see that yearning in her eyes, could see she wanted something, she was expecting something from him. And he laughed inwardly, looking at the tormented expression on her face.

"T_Thank you," She says and quickly turns to walk away from him, but is instantly pulled back into his arms.

Hands upon his chest, and body slammed on his own.

His arms wrapped around her waist and hips, and her hair fell to the side of her face, and her lips were instantly enclosed by his own. Her eyes widened, her grip on his shirt tightened as the sudden action shocked all her senses.

"If you want something from me, White, just ask." He purrs over her lips.

"Don't just stare at me blankly, or turn away from me shyly..." He combs through her wet hair with his fingers, tucking some behind her ears. Running his fingers on the side of her face, lifting her face to look straight at him as he says...

"Ask me,"

Her lashes fluttered, embarrassed that he had somehow figured out what she was thinking, but since he was telling her to ask, then...

"Would you kiss me?" She summons her courage and asks. "Not a peck on the cheek, or the corners of my lips..." She presses her index finger onto her lips and says...

"Here, like the first time you kissed me... Would you kiss me like that?"

Suddenly, she was lifted off her feet and placed atop a shelf, and his arms held her waist closer to his body and he says...

"That's not even a request," He smirks, "It's a given," and with nothing left to say, he takes her lips.

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So probably before the end of the day or tomorrow, the next chapter... Chp 40 will be locked.

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