I don't got time to be descriptive with Elizabeth's outfit, so here.

Not even the police station.

Louis arrived at the police station, and saw Oliver waiting for him by the door.

"Took you long enough. Did you go get coffee or something? I bet you did with your coffee-loving arse." He remarked, his arms crossed.

"Funny, of course not." Louis denied, even though he was thinking about it.

"If you say so, mate. Let's go." Oliver directed him into the place.

As he stepped inside, Louis noticed the police officers sitting behind the front desk, typing on their computers and taking calls.

"Hello, Oliver." One of them greeted him with a welcoming smile.

"Hello, Jack! Where is she?" He got to the point, an eager grin on his face.

"Just go through there, then turn left, and you'll see a blue door first thing on the right." He gave him a nod, before striding in the direction he was told, Louis following behind him.

"Your voice seems fine now." He noticed as they walked.

"The tea you suggested really helped, thank you." He told him.

"No problem, lad."

They found the door and entered the room. A woman with long dark brown hair was sitting at a table, talking to a man with blond hair.

Louis recognised him right away; it was Charlie.

The woman looked up once she heard us come in. Her eyes were a stunning sea blue, just like Oliver had said.

She rose from her seat, a beaming smile on her face, and bounced happily towards him, embracing him in a strong hug.

"Hi, babe!" She happily exclaimed, pulling away to peck him quickly on the lips.

Louis was taken aback by her accent, which he recognised was American.

He looked over at Charlie, who tried avoiding eye contact with him, tapping his finger on the table.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, walking back to her chair and sitting down.

"My mate Louis here has a proposal," he tells her. "This is Elizabeth, she's a homicide detective. Go ahead, Lou."

Louis, knowing himself, was not good at persuading others to make a decision. Even if he had come up with the idea, he would always be a nervous wreck, unsure of what to say.

He was still unsure of whether or not it was James, but he just hopes it isn't and it turns out he's innocent.

"I uhm— I was wondering if uhm—" He stuttered, fiddling with his fingers.

"He wants to help investigate the murders and give that lad justice. He believes he knows who's behind them." Oliver interjected, trying to help.

"The vice principal, right?" She acknowledged, and Louis nodded, but was confused about how she knew that.

"How did you know that?"

"This young man here just told me," she answered, motioning with her hand to Charlie. "I would've asked who it was, but I just took a wild guess in case you two knew each other." She explained, her voice calm and gentle.

"Smart." He complimented.

"Thanks." She gave a closed-mouth smile.

"So, the young man here said some information that might be helpful, but I wanna hear what you have to say first." She advised, picking up a pen and getting ready to write.

Louis went over the things he wanted to say in his head. "The day before Daniel Peterson's death, I saw Mr White and one of my missing students arguing."

She nodded, scribbling the information down in her notebook. "Anything else?"

"Yes, other students have also bantered with him a few times. Some of them are those missing students." He continued, and she jotted it down.

"So this young man here said something similar. The vice principal seems to have a bad relationship with his students, is that correct?" He nodded his head in agreement. She wrote that down, and then closed the book.

"So, with the evidence we have so far, I don't think it's quite enough. We require more evidence than just how he interacts with them. Would you be willing to assist me in some investigation work?" She offered.

"I suppose so." He agreed.

"Excellent!" she exclaimed. "I'll talk to my employees about it, and I'll let you know if they agree tomorrow." She informs him.

"Here's my phone number." She picked up the pen again, opened the notebook, and began writing down her phone number. She ripped the paper, then ripped it again to make it smaller, and then threw the other half in the bin nearby.

"Here you go. Talk later." She said, and walked up to give Oliver one last kiss on the lips.

"Thank you." Louis smiled kindly with a closed smile, and walked out with Oliver, Charlie following behind them.

"So, Charlie, you've been a bit observant lately haven't you?" Louis enquired as they walked through the halls of the police station.

"Not necessarily at first, but when I saw the missing posters up on the wall yesterday, I kind of had an idea." He elaborated.

The sun blinded Louis' eyes as soon as he stepped outside, and he blinked a few times to adjust.

The day was scorching hot, and Louis only hoped he wouldn't get a heat stroke.

"You're smart for thinking that." Louis said, his eyes squinting from the sun.

He looked down, and Louis could see that his cheeks were turning red. "I'm gonna go now, see you tomorrow, sir." He told him,  before walking away to his car.

"I'll see you later too, mate. Have a good one." Oliver said, bringing him into a quick bro hug.

"You too, bye." And they went their separate ways.