TIFFANY’S POV
After Shawn left for his hangout with Bryan, she continued with her Reality show to kill boredom. After the show ended, she decided to go upstairs and read.
While at it, she fell asleep. She woke up the next morning to prepare for School. After preparing, she went downstairs to eat breakfast.
“Good morning,” she said to Shawn as she walked into the kitchen. He was already seated at the dining table having breakfast.
“Yeah, good morning.” He replied.
He seemed to be in a good mood to have replied to her in such a nice tone.
“So, I have thought about my recent attitudes toward you and realized it was not worth it. I mean, you are an adult and you know what is right and wrong.” He paused to sip his coffee before continuing. “With that being said, you can now use the laundry room, and the pool. In addition to that, the cleaning agency will resume their services and I will be employing the service of a temporary cook to do the major cooking.”
She stopped to stare at him in shock, with her mouth hung open. Was that Shawn Gold talking or something or someone has taken over his body?
“Why do you have that look on your face?” He asked, when she said nothing.
“Umm…it’s nothing. I’m just surprised. I’m wondering if this is you talking or someone has possessed your body.”
“You don’t have to sound dramatic, you know?”
“I’m not. You sound different.”
“Oh well, I’m the Chairman now and most things about me need to change.”
“I see. So your sudden change is not genuine?”
“Of course it is. Why would you ask that?”
“Because you are attributing it to your inauguration as chairman.”
“My inauguration is a contributing factor, of course, but not the major factor.”
“I see. I’m late for school.” Hurriedly, she slurped down the cereal and returned the bowel to the kitchen before rushing off to school.
She got to school and headed for her statistics class. As usual, she enjoyed statistics so she paid rapt attention. After class, she left for her next class, Geography.
On her way, she met Timothy.
“Tiffany, I understand if you do not want to ever talk to me again but please, hear me out.” He said, trying to stop her.
“Hear you out? What were you thinking, Tim? You wanted to ruin my marriage, didn’t you?”
“Not at all. I had a reason. Believe me, if it were for me, I would rather take my feelings for you to my grave than say it out. I did it out of pressure.”
“Trying to justify yourself? What pressure if I may ask?”
“The thing is, I…ummm.. someone…a lady…”
“I don’t have time for whatever you are up to. I have a class in a few minutes. Have a nice day.” She said and walked away.
The guts of him to try to justify his irrational act. She was done being friends with him. He ruined the beautiful friendship they had and the bond they shared the day he asked her to be his girlfriend.
She still cringes whenever she remembers that very day. Deciding not to dwell on something as mundane as that, she walked into the class where her next lesson will be held.
DETECTIVE COPLER’S POV
He was at a crossroad and bereft of ideas on the next line of action to take. The past few days have been spent visiting all the local wig shops in Vancouver, yet, no progress.
None of the shop owner’s agreed to selling the wig. He returned home everyday from his search, tired and frustrated.
Derick had been discharged from the hospital when it became obvious that it would take a long time before he regained his consciousness. Copler couldn’t wait for that long to solve the case, for all he knew, it might take eternity for Derick to regain his memory.
His phone suddenly rang behind him, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“Hi, Zara”
“Oh, hi, detective. Is this the wrong time?” Zara’s voice sounded. She sounded excited and he didn’t want to ruin that so he replied “No, I’m not.”
“Alright. So I thought about this whole case and the difficulty you are having with getting the owner of the wig. What if the culprit didn’t buy the wig from a physical shop but ordered it online? Have you thought of that?”
His eyes widened as he remembered he had not thought in that direction. “No, I haven’t.”
“I think you should check online for wigs purchased within the time of your attack. It could be weeks or even a month. Check for the wig descriptioncolor, texture and length. Check for the purchase of similar wig online and the recent purchases. I hope this helps.”
“I can’t thank you enough, Zara. This is a beautiful suggestion. Thank you so much.”
“You are welcome, detective. I hope you catch the criminal so you can be happy again.”
“I hope so too. Thank you once again, Zara.”
“You are welcome once again, detective.”
“You’re very welcome, detective. I wish you all the best in solving this case.”
“Thank you, Zara. I’ll do my best. Goodbye, now.”
“Goodbye, detective. Take care.” With that, the call ended and he got to work.
He walked over to his work table and turned on his laptop and started searching online for wigs that matched the description of the strands of hair. He checked various websites and online stores, looking for recent purchases that fit the bill. It was a tedious process, but he was determined to get to the root of the case.
After several hours of searching, He finally came across a clue. There had been a purchase made on an unpopular online store, matching the exact description of the strands of hair. The purchase had been made three weeks prior to the attack, and the shipping address was listed as a P. O. box in a nearby town.
His heart thumped as he realized He might finally be getting closer to finding the perpetrator. He quickly wrote down the shipping address and got to work trying to track down the owner of the P. O. box.
Firstly, He reached out to his contact in the United States Postal Service. A long aged friend he had done a favor for in the past.
“Hi, Paige. This is Copler. Do you remember me?”
“Copler? Oh, I do. It’s been ages. Where and how have you been?”
“Story for another day, my lady. I need your assistance with something urgently.”
“Go on. Anything for you.”
“I need you to track the address of the owner of this P. O box.” He said and read out the number.
“I have known you for a long time, Copler. And I know you don’t engage in shady things. Hold on a bit while I check the database.”
A few minutes later, her voice came on.
“Hey, Copler. I found the owner of the P. O box. Are you ready for this…?”