A sigh escaped Nicole's lips as her brows furrowed in confusion. 

[i]What. The. Hell.[/i]

The folder she picked up wasn't only incomplete, it was utterly useless. For some reason, whoever had once stayed in the room she was in was hired to keep them safe. If that was so, why had her father not said a thing? Not that she knew who hired them, but it seemed more logical if her father had done it. Most importantly, why was the date for the protection to stop, the exact day when her father was murdered?

Everything felt off, from the moment her father was murdered, to the point when she had begun her investigation. There was no connection whatsoever, like someone was tying up loose ends. It was sending a chill up her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck had begun to stand, and she felt goosebumps form around her arms. Something was very wrong, anyone could see that, but this just felt different. As if it was warning her that she should stop poking her nose in places she shouldn't.

She flipped the pages again to make sure she didn't miss anything, yet nothing seemed to soothe her. Nothing made sense. This was the first actual lead she got and it simply left more questions, than it gave answers.

[i]What was going on?[/i]

[i]Who were they?[/i]

[i]Why them?[/i]

[i]Why her father? Why? Why? [b]Why?![/b][/i]

In frustration, she slammed the folder on the table. She gritted her teeth and spat out distastefully, "Nothing. Just like always, nothing," she mutters to herself,"it doesn't matter, I'll find him. I'll find whoever killed you dad. I promise."