Zor: The First Case - Part Three
Chapter Three: A Familiar Face
Zor waited for a few moments as the doctor stuttered.
When there was silence for more then a minute Zor piped up. "And if I asked
him about your story would he tell me so?" The story in question was the alibi
Dr. Goldferb the Brown Lupe of a doctor had told to Zor. The person in question
was Commander Bipid who was accused of having strange dreams.
The Lupes face twisted in confusion. Then he
muttered, "Yes...yes I believe so."
That was it for Zor. The Lupe had to be lying.
"Thank you for your time. I'm going to go now." Dr. Goldferb nodded and ushered
her out with a cold glare.
The Faerie Zafara walked out of the office, down
the long flights of stairs, into the lobby of the enormous building, out the
front doors, and into the busy streets of Neopia Central. Her next destination
wasn't very far away but she was nervous about going to it. The address she
was given wasn't in the best part of Neopia.
After a lot of roaming around the deserted streets
in the outskirts on Neopia Central she found the house. The windows were broken
in and the front lawn seemed as if it was mauled through by a rabid Gelert.
The door was duct taped to the frame of the house. For a moment she wondered
how she would get in until she noticed a large piece of wall was cut away to
make an opening. This opening was covered with a blue tarp. The house looked
bad and she didn't want to see the people who lived inside.
She cautiously walked the curved pathway to the
makeshift door and rattled on the tarp. Zor caught the movement of a figure
inside. Caught by surprise she jumped back as the tarp was pulled away from
the temporary entrance. A tall Skunk Grarrl stood before her. He wasn't scary
in the least mind but she reminded him of Arkados... She quickly remembered
who this was. Arkados' brother.
"How may I help you?" came the gruff voice of
the Grarrl. Then a surprised look came on his face. "You're that guy Ark..."
his voice trailed off for a minute.
Zor smiled and nodded. "Yes, I worked with him.
I need to ask you a few questions."
"Okay..." the Grarrl paused, not knowing what
to say. His hand then darted out. "I'm Ekern."
Zor took the hand and firmly shook it and Ekern
stepped outside and closed the tarp gently behind him. When he noticed Zor was
staring at him strangely he added, "It's a mess inside. Nowhere for you to sit."
Zor nodded and pulled out her notepad. "Were
you there on the night of his death?" Zor avoided saying Arkados' name in front
of his brother. He still didn't seem over it. Actually, nor was she but she
tried hiding it.
"As a matter of fact I was," he said, craning
his neck around. "Arkados had asked to see me a few days before and I had just
gotten around to doing so that night."
"What did he want to see you about?" Zor asked,
scribbling on her pad.
Erkern shrugged. "He wasn't there. He wasn't
dead but he wasn't there." Ekern lowered his head. "I should have stayed there
and waited...I...I could have stopped it."
Zor put a comforting hand on Ekerns' back. He
hadn't gotten over yet and didn't want to talk about it. Zor had figured that
she should leave. Ekern seemed innocent and, in his state, was enough for Zor.
"I'm going to go..." she said loudly before leaning to his ear and whispered,
"Try not to dwell on the past...remember the good things."
"There were no good
things," Erkern said in a low voice.
That was the occasion for Zor to start heading.
She didn't want to hear anything bad said about Arkados. She was taught to never
speak ill of the dead and now wasn't the time to start. Another person was to
be interviewed. The only lead left. The only piece of evidence until she went
back to the office and thought for hours on end. Only one...
Unfortunately, this one person was in Terror
Mountain and that would take quite a while to get to. She planned to travel
on boat and from there catch a lif up to the area where the house was. From
there she had to walk.
When she arrived at
the house it wasn't the favorite of sights. This mountain was the place where
she was at the time of Arkados' death. This was the place where all the memories
were kept. She shook the thoughts out of her head and knocked on the wooden
door. She waited outside the brick building until someone answered. The door
opened and Zor gasped.
"Hello again!" a Red Chia exclaimed. "Zor, isn't
A shiver ran through her spine. This was the
person who had taken care of her when she had fallen in the snow alone, ready
to die. His name...what was his name... Zor thought back long and hard. Dra-et.
Zor immediately grew suspicious. Why would someone from that time come back
as a suspect to the murder of her partner? Neopia was too big of a place; the
odds were too large... And what scared her the most was that he remembered her.
It was as if he was waiting for years for her to come back. "I need to come
in," she said.
Dra-et ushered her in with a smile. A smile that
Zor looked right through. He had something...something big to hide. "So, are
you here to thank me?" he asked in a sarcastic manner. He was met with a blank
stare. "Apparently not." He paused his speech for a moment and then motioned
towards the couch. "Please sit down."
Zor took a seat cautiously, looking around the
familiar room. The fireplace was lit and cast glowing shadows on the wooden
floor. The flames seemed to lick the red couch were Zor was sitting. The walls
were covered in paintings and shelves. A few doorways were put off to the side.
Dra-et took a seat next to her, seeming to get comfortable. "Why were you at
the detective agency?"
"Me?" he said in a mock voice. Then a serious
face returned. "Because I had some business to take care of."
The words sent a chill through Zors skin. "What
was that business?"
Dra-et chuckled. "Taking care of someone."
Immediately, Zor jumped up and reached into her
handbag which held her notepad and the files. She pulled out a piece of paper
and handed it to Dra-et. "Read it and then come with me." Zor watched his eyes
scanning the paper and as soon as he was done he stood up and smiled.
"Take me away, madame."
The pair arrived at
the agency a few hours later. Zor led the Chia into her office and harshly slammed
his body in a chair. "What did you do?"
"None of your business," Dra-et replied, smirking.
Zor approached him and leaned into his face.
"Tell me!" she yelled, grabbing his wrists and squeezing it. "I'll do whatever
within my power to make you tell me."
Dra-et chuckled. "Do your best. You can't break
"I will burn your house and possessions. I will
make you scream," Zor threatened.
"Those things to not matter to me. I will tell
you if you want it. Show me you want it," Dra-et said slyly.
Zor felt tears brimming around her eyes. "What
do you want me to do?" she shouted, her face now matted down with tears. "Please!
Tell me!" She felt herself drop to the floor and dig her face into the carpet.
"Please...please..." her muffled voice yelled. "Please...I...please..."
Dra-et smiled. "Fine. I will...because you want
it." He cleared his throat and looked at Zor and made sure she was listening.
Then he started his story loud and clear. "I worked out a plan with Seremdra.
She would give a confession if I did the dirty work. She would set me up for
a shot. And it worked. It worked very well. She was covering up something I
created. Something I did. And I killed him." He laughed dryly. "And he deserved
every last gasping breath."
Zor leaped up and grabbed his throat. "YOU'LL
PAY!" She then released her hands from around his neck as the door opened and
Bipid came in.
"I heard yelling...Zor, have you been crying?
What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned voice.
"He...he did it...he...he killed him," Zor stammered.
She felt more tears falling down her face as she pointed towards the killer.
"Please...do something...I..." She fell to the ground with a thump.
Zor awoke several hours later with a splitting
headache. Her vision was blurry but she could make out Bipids' office. Someone
was hovering over her...Dra-et...no...no...Bipid.
"Everything is okay," came the Chias' soothing
voice. "Rest. You've had a long and emotional day...just go back to sleep."
"Thank you..." Zor muttered quietly before drifting
off into a deep and dark sleep. A part of her heart had been mended. Maybe now...now
she could get on with life...on with what she was supposed to be doing. Solving
Authors' Note: Thank you so much for reading this. I've had a thrill writing
it. I have a few people I'd like to thank. Blubblub317 (or Blubbeh as most people
know him) helped me edit the beginning of the series to make it perfect. Zor
for letting me develop her character fully and develop a sense of reality for
her. Zor has to be one of my favorite characters and I plan to write much more
about her and her cases. Thank you! :)