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Amy walked beside me with tight shoulders. The high heels on her feet were pointed and higher than usual. She almost struggled in the tight skirt that adorned her thighs, shortening her leg span. She looked extremely professional- slightly tempting.

Our meeting at the police station was one Amy had been most nervous for. She tried on a mass amount of outfits, none of them leveling up to her expectations. She nearly cried at one point, begging for my opinion, as she lay on the carpeted floor of her bedroom. She had been emotional all morning, and I suspected it could only go downhill from there.

“Do I look like a lady?” Amy asked as we approached the wide glass doors of the police station.

I nodded my head, “Always do.”

She took my hand into hers after she raised her sunglasses onto her head. I held the door open for her, watching her walk not far ahead of me. Her arm stretched back to keep me close to her, but she soon slowed as she came further into the station. I walked beside her again as we came up to a tall, dark, desk.

A lady in a blue uniform sat opposite us, focused on the paperwork beneath her before she looked up at us both. Stunned at first, she quickly cleared her throat and greeted us.

“Mr. Styles, Miss. Lee, it’s nice to see you both.” She nodded, giving us a small smile. “I’ll call the chief, you can have a seat.”

Amy thanked her before we released hands and walked to the waiting room. The chairs were a creaky plastic; the walls were a plain grey. Amy wiped at her black skirt, attempting to clean off the non-existent mess.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, turning the deep red surface white with the pressure. She glanced over at me every now and then with the same nervous expression on her face. I offered my hand to her, to which she didn’t hesitate to place hers in mine. Her tattooed fingers laced with my bare ones and left a cold sensation on the back on my hand.

Loud steps entered the small space, but stayed beyond the wall that separated us from the service desk. The ruffling of papers and low whispers joined. The steps became louder, much closer, and soon enough a tall man in a dark uniform appeared at the door. Amy’s head looked up from her skirt and met the gaze of the chief.

“Good morning, Miss. Lee, Mr. Styles.” He nodded at us. “If you could just follow me, we can begin our discussion in the privacy of my office.”

Amy agreed, and soon took me to stand by her side. The chief smiled at us before turning on the heels of his thick boots, and pacing down the hallway. The floors quickly went from tile to wood, and Amy seemed to be growing frustrated with the noise her shoes were making. She offered me an uncomfortable smile as she leaned onto my shoulder, but still continued to walk just as highly and professionally as before.

At the end of the hall stood a tall dark door, which the chief opened with his key. He pushed it open and stood off to the side, allowing us to enter his office first. We thanked him as we carefully walked into the carpeted space. He showed us over to two leather seats before he made the round to the back of his desk. The amount of papers he held in his hands looked unforgiving as he placed them down onto the desk.

He exhaled as he dropped onto his larger leather seat. His hands folded in front of him, resting on the desk behind the mountain of papers.

“We have done some investigating.” He informed the two of us.

Amy crossed her legs as she sat up taller than before. She didn’t make eye contact with me, but instead focused on the chief who shifted through the papers in front of her.

“We traced back to where the roses are being sent,” He started, picking up an arrangement of maps and handing them to Amy. “All we know is, they are being sent from various locations.”

“Right.” Amy nodded as she flipped through the sheets.

A thick marker line circled the locations of which the roses were coming from.

“But these are not being sent directly to your residence, and they are not being picked up by yourself, are they?”

“Definitely not.” Amy shook her head.

She rolled the papers in her palms before looking back down at them.

“And that’s where our line ends.” He said. “We don’t know who is picking them up and delivering them to you.” He said with a sigh. “I would like to express to you that these are being sent every two days.”

“Could I see the locations?” I asked with my hand slightly raised to excuse my speaking out.

“That is completely up to Amelia.”

Amy bit her lip harshly as she looked through the papers yet again. She was deciding on what she wanted to happen, how she wanted everything to play out. At this point it was worrying me that she actually had to think about sharing this information with me. I knew in that moment, this was far more serious than I had anticipated.

Amy took in a slight breath before she shook her head and shut her eyes slowly. I tightened my jaw to keep myself from saying anything more, remembering we were in a professional environment. I leaned back into the chair as I watched Amy fold the papers and hand them back to the chief.

“When will you have more information?” She asked, her tone flat and demanding.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he scanned through the papers once more. He stopped on the last page, looking it over quickly before finally answering Amy.

“From what I can see we’re nearly there.” He assured her. “This will all be settled in a month’s time, and that’s at most.”

Amy looked unsatisfied with his answer. It seemed as though he was using ‘a month’s time’ very loosely, and that the time would be expanded.

“I appreciate it.” Amy nodded, dismissing her inner thoughts and offering him a small smile.

The chief stood from his seat, leaning over his desk with his hand held out to Amy.

“I’ll be in contact with you soon.” He said with a firm grasp in her small, trembling, hand.

Amy stood fully once her hand was released. She looked over at me before she got her bag off the chair she was once seated in. I stood next, offering my hand to the officer in a respectful gesture.

“Thank you.”

“It’s my job.” The chief replied, much to my appreciation.

Amy walked slowly to the door, waiting for me on her way out. I quickened my pace to walk alongside her, placing my hand onto the small of her back to keep her by my side. I nodded slightly at the chief before letting us out and shutting the door gently.

As soon as the door came shut Amy took in a deep breath beside me. I decided against discussing the situation with her within the building, and found it more suitable to speak about it in the privacy of the car.

We walked quickly down the echoing hall in a desperate attempt to leave the seemingly uncomfortable police station. Once the tile floor was reached we said our good byes to the receptionist, who still stared at the papers, scattered on her desk, and made our way out into the humid air.

Amy pulled her glasses over her eyes, keeping her sights straight and square onto the vehicle in front of us. I walked her to the passenger’s side and held the door open as she flung herself into the car. When she slammed the door behind her I knew that was my queue to hurry to the driver’s seat. I tried to think of how to speak to her whilst she was in such a confusing state, but the short time it took me to round the car and reach my door surely wasn’t enough for me to plan very far.

The inside of the car was just as warm as it was outside, and the air was thick with the tension between the two of us. Amy didn’t seem to be bothered by the rising temperature of the car, but I surely was bothered by the way she was acting.

“What’s going on?” I asked as gently as I could. “What happened to you in there?”

She shook her head, bottom lip quivering with my sudden interrogation. Her glasses hid what her eyes were doing, but I could guarantee they were beginning to cloud.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

Amy brought her hand up to her face, wiping the tear that had managed to escape from the safety behind her glasses. I grew sympathetic, something on those maps bust have struck a chord deep inside her- or terrified her.

“The locations,” Amy said before catching a short breath. “They would be far too familiar to you.”

“Amy-,”

“They were all your latest tour locations.” She said slowly.

My heart dropped.

Amy glanced around the interior of the car before looking me dead in the eyes, “This person is closer than we think.”