I heard my old tailor Swift ringtone okay and I picked up my phone to an unknown number.
"Hello? Who is this?" I asked then a deep velvet voice seemed to be older and much more defined replied.
"I'm detective Bart we should have a mutual friend, senior detective Timothy?" Oh he was the under cover cop who Tim said he'd talk to about all this. I got off my room and went to the car it wasate night and I needed the privacy.
"Yeah Tim said he'd get you on it detective."
"Please, call me Bart. I had the person who you suspected first looked into. I believe his name is Quincy Roux, 23 year old male originally from Nantes city. He moved to America five months ago from the systems records. From what we can see here the records don't show anything suspicious and from my own investigation. Works from am art store in New York's and has another side job at Danny's Cafe Paradise. He has no educational references and nothing to show he had been in school before."
France? Q was French? That's why his accent sounded so appealing it hadn't been over washed with the European accent but it had its own exotic twist. I wouldn't have guessed but still. There were too many blanks. I had a gut feeling that wouldn't go away. And I wanted to believe this feeling was in vain.
"That's really on the surface information don't you think so? I'm telling you the kind of vibes he give me aren't very comfortable ones." I said and sighed I didn't now how to explain my feeling without me sounding crazy to Bart.
"I can dig in further, no problem as far as you would want me to. I found everything on his vague but it's too light. Why did he suddenly revoke his French citizenship to gain an American one? First that's illegal behaviour and we can have him in for that. But I wouldn't make that call without looking for the information you want."
"He revoked his French citizenship? Why?"
"I'm as much in the dark as you are Venice. However I will let you know on any developments you may have." That man wasn't who he posed himself to be. Not only that I knew that yellow scarf and I couldn't prove him innocent with everything that was going on. Fuck. Felicity where are you? You're the one whose known him longer that any of us, tell me anything please. Please be safe.
"Thank you so much for this. I know this may seem alot but I just think that I need to prove to myself I'm not going crazy." I told Bart and he sighed through the phone.
"I almost thought I had gone a little rusty for a while, so no problem with this at all. Although one last question, what relationship do you have with Quincy? A love interest?" No he wasn't. Love? That was laughable, but there was something there for sure.
"Not love that's for sure. I can't really put a finger on it. But he's become a necessity in my life that I didn't ask for hence why I need to know what kind of person this was." I said this not knowing to label us. It was for sure not him having control over me. It never was. It was about how we were with each other. I had been in this state before way before Q.
"Understood. Have a lovely night Venice."
"You too Bart." He hung up first and I leaned my head against the car seat and sighed. Who were you Q? We're you here to hurt or love me? Was I going to go through the same cycle with every man I met? I wasn't even old enough to give myself as a whole. So why was this always happening.
"Hey." I heard a soft voice behind me and my body jerked forward and my leg hit something under the steering wheel.
"Shit. What the fuck? Tim?" I yelped and he sat up fully from the back seat and his eyes met mine. Shit had he heard me? Damn it.
""Necessity in your life?"" He rephrased what I had just told Bart. I couldn't look away because if I did I would miss even a shred of emotion on this man's face. This was resolved, him and I. It was never resolved.
"Tim- seriously. I thought we-"
"Fucking unbelievable." And he leaned forward and placed his large over my throat and crashed his mouth down on mine.