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Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Chapter 86

At The State Of New York's Law College (Chloe's Dorm)

Chloe's P.O.V


"Alright I will talk to you later." I say smiling.

"Bye." Josh says chuckling.

I hang up my phone setting it on the counter to resume getting ready. Well today's Eleanor funeral and of course my mother and I are invited. Since it is in about two hours I am getting ready to go to a local flower shop to find nice flowers to offer at the closing ceremony. It has been my duty to find out who killed Eleanor Calder, and I will try my hardest to succeed weather it means putting myself at danger. Looking in the mirror I sigh heavily removing my towel and stepping inside the shower to put the hot water on. I grab the soap and start scrubbing my body lazily until I am satisfied before rinsing off and repeating my actions. Once I am done taking a shower I wipe myself off and tie the warm no somewhat damp around my body sitting on the closed toilet. I grab the blue razor bending down a bit and start shaving the small pricks on my legs.

When I am done shaving my legs I skip quickly into my room shutting the door behind me and almost having a heart attack to see the appearance of Taylor laying on my bed.

"Jesus you gave me a fright." I exclaim looking away off to the dresser.

"Sorry, I just got back from class. I have your assignment if you want it it's on the counter. Just wanted to see what you're gonna wear." Taylor explains whilst flipping through some magazines.

"Well you almost gave me a heart attack." I say to her before playfully throwing my teddy bear at her that I'd gotten from Josh.

"Well maybe you deserved it." She teases.

I giggle and turn around slipping into my underwear and bra before walking over to my closet. I don't even know what I am going to wear, never thought this day would actually occur with all the postpones, and such. But I think I will go simply and wear my regular preppy, classy look as always. Pushing my dresses back along with some of my other clothes on the hanger looking around.

"I don't know what I should wear." I admit.

Hearing footsteps, I get roughly pushed aside by Taylor only to have her repeat my actions of looking in my closet. I walk back to the dresser taking out my makeup bag to start. After I put on some eyeliner, I take the fluffy brush dabbing it on the blush light pink makeup and start brushing it slowly across my cheekbones. I do the same with the other and within minutes a cloth like item is thrown at my back only to fall on the ground as I am caught off guard. I turn around seeing a black dress that I have never seen before and pick it up look at Taylor who holds a pair of nice shoes in her hand.

"What is this?" I ask her.

"A dress. . ." She answers.

"Yeah but where'd you get it?" I ask looking at the dress. It's beautiful.

"Your closet. It's not mine." She says simple and plops herself back on my bed leaving the shoes on the floor.

I nod looking at the simple black dress, I have a cute pastel pink belt that would look amazing with this dress and some black heels.

"Thanks." I smile at Taylor while laying the dress flat on my bed.

Walking to the dresser, I open my drawer getting out some leggings and a blue long sleeve crop top putting it on. I think I am going to chill until it's time I go and pick up mom for the funeral, maybe catch up on my favorite TV show Pretty Little Liars. I sit on my bed sighing and grab the remote putting on ABC Family which is now showing The Fosters which is actually a pretty good show as well. Grabbing my phone I set it on my leg and adjust myself to become comfortable.

I unlock and open my bed side table taking out one of my many files about Eleanor's murder.

"How many times are you going to look at that thing?" Taylor asks annoyed.

"It's my job Taylor I just can't avoid it." I answer back look at the small typed words, "plus it's her funeral today." I reason looking at her.

"I surrender." She jokes putting her face into her pillow.

I chuckle and look back at the papers. There are many murders who have done murders of straggling, stabbing, hostages so it makes it even harder that Eleanor's killer did not do something original like most new murders would. In a couple of days I will be visiting California to get as much information as I can from bystanders, co-workers, and family members even that would help me. I also spent all of last night looking through files and such ,and I am at a dead end. I have went through the guest list of the fashion show and the only suspect that I have and that is missing is Ms. Nelly Hosten. Even tried talking to the owner who was renting the apartment that Eleanor was murdered in and it was registered under the name Caleb Decker who is also M.I.A (missing in action). If I connect these two it may be that Nelly Hosten and Caleb Decker are working together. As for the address I was given that leads to a cabin. I still need to check that out as well because who kn-

I jump at the feeling of a zing on my thigh looking down to see my phone vibrating. Picking it up, the caller ID is unknown but I still answer putting the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I answer.

"Hello is this Ms. Chloe Patterson?" The woman on the other end asks.

"Yes this is she." I say in my professional voice.

"This is Doctor Rochelle the head administrator for the autopsy of Eleanor Jane Calder. And I would like for you to come down to St. Mary's hospital for a moment or so." She requests.

I swallow hard, "Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yes everything is alright, I just have some news that we found as of yesterday." Rochelle explains.

Moving from my bed I scoot till my feet touches the ground setting my papers aside, "Is Eleanor's body prepared for the funeral Ms. Rochelle?" I ask worriedly.

If her body is as bruised up, bloody, torn apart, and beaten as it was of the murder scene and put into the coffin that would be horrendous. And of course my fault. But I let Susan know that we will no longer be needed Eleanor's physical body anymore that is why the family is hosting a funeral so soon. Before everything decays here on Earth plus like I said we would no longer be needing her body.

"Yes of course. Eleanor's body is taken to our finest clothing setter ready for this evening. May I ask, can you make it to St. Mary's within forty-five minutes?" She adds in.

"Of course, I am on my way." I tell her.

We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone leaving me to clean up my mess having no time to change. I tell Taylor I will be back this evening and end up walking out the door after putting my dress and shoes in a bag along with one of my long coats on and Uggs. I really do not care how unprofessional I look, but the call sounded quit urgent. After I start my car I look in my mirror fixing wet hair into a sloppy somewhat high ponytail and adding a layer of lip-gloss on my top and bottom lip. Reaching over, I grab my badge of investigation clipping it on my shirt and putting my coat over it.

I drive out onto the main road beside campus passing the many buildings built for education. I am really hoping that they have found something that can help me figure out who the killer of Eleanor Calder is. But for now. I am at a dead end.

Notes

Short update of a filler. What do you think the big news is.

Chloe's Outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110081679

Comments

@Sameria
Yea

@Bipolar
Really!? Aw ilsym :) Thank you!

OK ok look

I personally think that instead of publishing that piece of shit 'after' they should publish this (maybe with different characters)

Next chapter more drama? Wow. This chapter was drama filled. I can't imagine what's next.