GHOSTFACE!REGULUS BLACK X FEM!DETECTIVE!READER.
your hand shook while holding your phone to your ear.
unknown caller
you’ve seen this multiple times, sometimes it’s families pleading to get information out of you or the press, recently though, it’s been the murder himself.
“hello?” your breath was shaky.
“don’t sound so scared sweetheart” the voice modifier crackled. you could hear him walking around, it was wet, soaking almost.
ghostface groaned, “you might wanna get down here with your cleaning crew, this white carpets just gonna need ripped up and tossed. i suggest some dark oak wood floors, just might make this place pop a little” he laughed softly, teasing as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.
“i know you’re not much of a talker on the phone, unlike me, maybe i should come visit? like last time” he hummed waiting on a response.
“where are you?” you asked, you stared at your wall. red string leading from pictures to headlines to crime photos, just some jumbled spiderweb.
“should i leave now, play with you then let you come down here? i mean i know you won’t ever figure it out so maybe i should make you feel good just so you can feel something, wouldn’t be the first time right?” he degraded, laughing.
“did you already call the police? i’m sure i’ll be getting another call soon” you sigh. you knew him too well but at the same time not at all.
“yeah sweetheart i already left them my message, might be hard finding the place so i have some time. sorry to do this on your only day off, i just wanted to see you, ill reward you i promise” he says acting like he’s sorry. you had been working your ass off because of him, it been draining.
you sandwich your phone in between your ear and you shoulder as you struggle to put on pants and shoes.
“heh, what are you wearing?” he asks teasingly.
“see you in a minute” you sigh.
regulus scoffs as he hears the call drop.