Blog #4

The police station had become Vani's new home; he spent early mornings and late nights trying to wrap his head around the murder of late Mr. Evans. It was two days after the funeral, and snow had just began to fall to add cold darkness to the area.

The flip phone that Logan gave Vani hadn't buzzed since the last and only message was sent the night Logan appeared in Vani's apartment.

Vani not only wanted to pay his respects for Mr. Evans, but he was assigned by the governor and Chief Clark to be on the lookout for suspicious people. The fact that everyone was still shaken up about the murder made the job a little harder to point any one person out.

Vani's stiff slender figure stood in the shadows of the graveyard as the service took place and observed each and every person that walked past him. With a pen in his left hand and a notepad in the other, Vani wrote down descriptions of anyone looking out of place.

Vani heard about the failed meeting that Lamar held to try to get closer to answers about the murder. He joined Lamar at the diner; he listened to him for ours moaning and mumbling about how fear has swarmed and infected the Maitland.

Vani pulled out the flip phone that Logan gave him and dialed the only number stored.

"Hello?" said Vani.

The phone made a clicking sound and silence beamed in Vani's ear.

Lamar looked up from his notes, frowned, and then fell back into the booth.

It was as though Lamar was too invested in the case that he didn't even realize Vani sat across from him.