Page 76 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

I wince, “Yeah, shit, I hadn’t thought of that. We’ll do that then and grab it before we go back. We’ll be able to fill you in then on what we find out.”

“Alright. Off you go then,” she says, handing me a set of keys. She smirks, “I only have one vehicle that’s big enough to fit you all in and even then, I’m not entirely sure you will, you’re not exactly small men.”

“Thanks. We appreciate your help,” Evander smiles.

She nods and then heads out of the room. We quickly drop our bags and anything that we don’t need and then follow her out of the room. Making our way through the empty pub, we weave through tables and out into the lot in the back.

“Okay, so which one is ours?” Reed asks.

I shrug, “I have no idea. To be honest, nothing here looks quite big enough for all of us.”

“Press the unlock button, that should tell us which one it is,” Griff suggests.

“Good idea,” I reply, as I press the button, but nothing lights up.

“I think it’s around here,” River says as he walks around the corner, “I heard the click of doors unlocking.”

When we round the corner, we find a van. It’s smaller than our one but should be able to fit us all in it at a push.

“Are we sure that’s even going to start?” Raiden asks with a slight grimace.

“She wouldn’t have given the keys to us otherwise,” I reply, although, to be honest, it does look questionable.

We all pile in, and I jump in the driving seat since I have a vague idea where we are going, and I’m used to driving around here.

“How far away is Libby’s place?” Ransom asks.

“About ten minutes, if that,” I reply.

“We need to tread really carefully with her. She’s witnessed something really horrific,” Reed adds with a concerned frown.

I nod, “Yeah. I’m surprised that she’s willing to talk after seeing something like that.”

“Me too,” Doc says.

It’s not long until we’re pulling into a small street. The houses are all reasonably close together, and I find a space just up the road from her house. We all pile out. It’s not until we’re nearly at the door that it occurs to me that it might have been less imposing if only a couple of us had gone to talk to her. It’s too late to do anything about it now. I just hope it doesn’t freak her out more.

Evander knocks on the door, and the rest of us stay further back on the path so that we aren’t crowding around her door.

The door slowly opens and a small woman, a few years younger than us, with bright purple hair, that I have a suspicion might be natural, and tear-stained cheeks, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, answers the door.

Her eyes widen, and Evander immediately lifts up his badge, “Sorry to bother you, we’re SID and we’re looking into what you witnessed.”

She still seems a bit tense, so I add, “Niamh sent us. I’m Neith.”

She relaxes a small smile, lifting her lips before it falls again, “She talks about you a lot.” She adds with a frown, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know much more than what was in the video.”

“That’s okay,” Van says, taking over again. “Would you be able to tell us where it happened so we can go and have a look?”

“I’m not going back there,” she replies, sounding panicked and starting to shut the door.

Van shakes his head quickly, “No, no. We wouldn’t ask you to go back there, don’t worry. But would you be able to tell us where it was?”

This time he emphasises the word tell, so that she knows for certain that we aren’t asking her to go there again.

She relaxes and nods, “Yeah, I can do that. Hang on.”

She moves back inside, closing the door, and I must admit that I wonder whether she’s going to come back out again. Fortunately, she does and hands us a piece of paper with another address on it.

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