ML Fic: No Body No Crime

ML Fic: No Body No Crime

(Inspired by this post)

Gabriel sat at his desk and stared at the screen in front of him. While he could visibly see the designs he had been working on, his mind was not focusing on designing for his upcoming show, no his thoughts were focusing on his son.

“Sir, is everything alright?” a voice breaks him out of the thought fog.

Gabriel turned to look at his assistant.

“Sorry Nathalie, I seem to have my mind on other things. Could you get me some tea. I think it will help me focus.”

Nathalie nods and goes out to get him his request. She closes the door, he felt his thoughts return.

“I think Adrien is starting to get suspicious.” He thought aloud. “I cant let him ever find out what I am doing.”

He looked around cautiously, ensuring his thoughts are heard only by him alone.

“I dont know how he would react knowing the truth, even if Nathalie and I discussed broaching the topic with him…”

Gabriel sighed.

“Maybe he already knows. If that was the case, then this would make things a lot less stressful. Maybe it would be good that he knew the truth about what happened to his mother.

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“I know what happened to my mother.” Adrien stated with a fierce look.

Adrien told Nino that he was going to be letting him in on his most personal private secret of all time. Adrien had smuggled his personal theory board from behind his bookshelf and recreated it in the boiler room of the school. Nino said it was the most secure place to discuss such a secret.

“You do?” Nino asked with surprise. “Hasnt your mom been ‘Missing’ for almost a year?”

Adrien revealed the Theory board to him as well as a ruler to help him point to the proper pictures as he began his explanation.

“Yes, she has been. Sure a minor actress of a rich British family going missing would be small news to Parisians, but that same woman happening to be Emilie Agreste, wife of Gabriel Agreste? That would surely have had the tabloids gossiping. But after My father went and became a social hermit for months the news died. Then when that news dies, he has his son start modeling and the Gabriel Brand restored. An awfully convenient way for that story to leave the news cycle right?” Adrien posed as he pointed to the board of news paper articles, pictures, strings and thumb tacks that Nino is now affectionately calling Adrien’s “Board of Conspiracies”

“I think you lost me.”

Adrien sighs, but quickly picks himself back up.

“The news of my mother’s disappearance was hardly a blip in the paper, and it only focused on My Father going into hiding. It was in the papers and news for less than 3 days. After a month, my Father makes me the face of the company. The new poster boy draws attention and suddenly the rise of Gabriel Brand is in the news cycle for weeks. The ad campaign going well over 90 million dollars. Gabriel Brand dominated the news cycle for MONTHS, yet my mother’s disappearance hardly lasted a week. Dont you think thats a bit weird?”

Nino pondered what Adrien was driving at.

“Are you saying this is some kind of cover up?”

“I am saying it has to be! My family has known the Bourgeois family for years, both The mayor of Paris and the most notorious fashion critic in the world are on speed dial. It would be so easy for them to influence the news media. Then add on the millions my uncle funneled into Gabriel brand just before his tragic passing. How else would Gabriel have been able to afford such a massive PR blast?”

Adrien showed the connecting lines as he explained his father’s nasty deeds.

Nino looked at Adrien’s board and followed his explanation.

“Dude, if you are saying what I think your saying… then you think Your dad had a hand in your mother go missing.”

“Not missing Nino, I think he is the one that killed her.” Adrien concluded.

Nino felt his jaw drop.

“Dude… dont you think that might be a bit harsh? Like yeah, your dad is a total buzz kill and looks like a candy cane, but do you really think he is a murderer?“ Nino questioned in disbelief.

“No Nino, I remember when My mother wasnt feeling well. He was zipping all over the world with no explanation with his ‘Assistant’ or should I say Mistress.” Adrien stated with venom. “Then one day… she is just gone. No trace of her. My father gave no explanation, he wouldn't  even say how it happened. Just gone. No funeral, no missing person report. just gone.”

Why would he have so many pictures of your mother all over the mansion if that’s the case?”  Nino pushed further. “Why would a person who murdered his wife have art pieces of her and pictures all over the mansion? Wouldnt that make it obvious?”

“Thats exactly why it works! He plays the role of the ‘Grieving Husband’ trying to keep the memory of her alive hiding what really happens. He has the story buried, comes out with a new Brand campaign, then Paris drinks up the sympathy like a Café au Lait and then finally he sells them overpriced perfume and sterile white Jackets!” Adrien shouted passionately.

Nino could see the anger in Adrien’s eyes, he had never seen anyone get so worked up over anything, but he could understand why, his friend missed his mother.

“I think he did it, but I still cant prove it.” Adrien muttered in frustration, looking at the ground.

Nino walked over and hugged his friend.

“Its okay Adrien, We will find out what happened, I promise.”

Adrien accepted his friend’s embrace. Sure he had his theories and he found the string of coincidences that could tie up most of paris in a bow of deception but he didnt have one key thing… the body.

Adrien knew that with no body, no crime could be proved.

“We will find the proof.”

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