siobhancan99
The Divine
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"Hadley's safe. The Vigilante found her" She realized she was going to need a cool vigilante name. "The Vigilante" made her sound like some sort of crazy person. maybe she could reach out to that Morgan dude and see if there could be some sort of reader poll. "I told my dad we're not hiking. I'm going to have to talk to Melanie Howe here in a bit. Mateo said some things to the vigilante she will need to hear. Hopefully I won't be long but I'll text if she needs me to stay with her or anything. Her... her wife was the first victim I think. He confessed so... She should hear it from me and not some cop."
"Office is fine." Monica stared out the window, trying to figure out how to break it to Melanie, how much she should say. She might have to reveal how she knew. She was at the very least going to have to reveal her connection to the masked vigilante woman. When they got into the office, she sat and looked across the desk at Melanie.
"A few weeks ago you asked me how I handle my grief. Well. I help people. I help people in part so I don't have to think about myself." She leaned forward "My first night here, I went to a party and there were gunshots outside. I ran out, while everyone else just sat in the apartment. I found a guy on the street bleeding, and I called 911. That was the first appearance of that masked woman. So... anyway. When you told me the story about your wife. I uh. I know this is probably not cool but... I thought maybe... since she was missing... I could you know. Help." She looked out the window, twisting her hands a little "So I dug a little and listened to crime podcasts and I found some other disappearances and such of women who fit the description of your wife. I mailed a guy who was in jail for one of them, and he said that his girlfriend wasn't killed by him and that she was being bothered by someone. Not someone. A professor. so uh... the masked Vigilante woman from the news. Since we have a connection... she reached out to a guy on the force and dug a little and well. All of the " she paused a moment "all of the disappearances related to the school. There were sick messages that came from this building. There was a suspect but DNA ruled him out. Then my friend Hadley went missing" She inspected her own fingernails, not wanting to look up "She went missing and after some... intrusive searches of her social media accounts we found that she was messaging with this guy from Arizona that used to work here. Except... as it turns out she wasn't. He was" She looked out the window again "He was Mateo Leonard's TA. The missing girls had Mateo for class. Or knew him... somehow..." She didn't want to spell out that Paige met her killer through Mel though that was an inescapable conclusion.
"He had Hadley. And I didn't know how much time there was so... the masked woman went out to the farm after you gave me the address and ..." She felt herself misting up and she covered her face with her hands "and what she found there sounds pretty terrible. He had Hadley and another girl there. Drugged." She swallowed "and uh... and so the reason I'm here. The reason. The reason..." she felt her hands trembling, this was too much. Fuck this was someone's job. How did people do this for a living? Telling people that their loved ones had been killed by some sick fuck. "The reason I'm here is he told the masked woman that Paige was... that Paige is buried on the farm. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I wanted to find her for you. I wanted to ... "
"Office is fine." Monica stared out the window, trying to figure out how to break it to Melanie, how much she should say. She might have to reveal how she knew. She was at the very least going to have to reveal her connection to the masked vigilante woman. When they got into the office, she sat and looked across the desk at Melanie.
"A few weeks ago you asked me how I handle my grief. Well. I help people. I help people in part so I don't have to think about myself." She leaned forward "My first night here, I went to a party and there were gunshots outside. I ran out, while everyone else just sat in the apartment. I found a guy on the street bleeding, and I called 911. That was the first appearance of that masked woman. So... anyway. When you told me the story about your wife. I uh. I know this is probably not cool but... I thought maybe... since she was missing... I could you know. Help." She looked out the window, twisting her hands a little "So I dug a little and listened to crime podcasts and I found some other disappearances and such of women who fit the description of your wife. I mailed a guy who was in jail for one of them, and he said that his girlfriend wasn't killed by him and that she was being bothered by someone. Not someone. A professor. so uh... the masked Vigilante woman from the news. Since we have a connection... she reached out to a guy on the force and dug a little and well. All of the " she paused a moment "all of the disappearances related to the school. There were sick messages that came from this building. There was a suspect but DNA ruled him out. Then my friend Hadley went missing" She inspected her own fingernails, not wanting to look up "She went missing and after some... intrusive searches of her social media accounts we found that she was messaging with this guy from Arizona that used to work here. Except... as it turns out she wasn't. He was" She looked out the window again "He was Mateo Leonard's TA. The missing girls had Mateo for class. Or knew him... somehow..." She didn't want to spell out that Paige met her killer through Mel though that was an inescapable conclusion.
"He had Hadley. And I didn't know how much time there was so... the masked woman went out to the farm after you gave me the address and ..." She felt herself misting up and she covered her face with her hands "and what she found there sounds pretty terrible. He had Hadley and another girl there. Drugged." She swallowed "and uh... and so the reason I'm here. The reason. The reason..." she felt her hands trembling, this was too much. Fuck this was someone's job. How did people do this for a living? Telling people that their loved ones had been killed by some sick fuck. "The reason I'm here is he told the masked woman that Paige was... that Paige is buried on the farm. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I wanted to find her for you. I wanted to ... "