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Ch. 4

Matt, Hiro, Ando- New York

"I'm sorry sir, but she hasn't yet returned." Matt was getting really tired of the snooty maître d' at Bel Cibo. The asshole had told him the same thing everyday this week; the head chef was taking a vacation indefinitely.

"She must've called and said when she was coming back" Ando argued.

"I'm sorry sir, but she has not. I told you, she is on an indefinite vacation. And quite frankly I'm glad. She hasn't exactly been herself lately."

"Wait, what do you mean by-"

"If you insist on coming back tomorrow, please at least make a reservation and eat something. Then I won't feel like these little meetings are such a big waste of my time."

"Can you just tell us her name?" Hiro pleaded.

"You don't seem like the type of people that the chef would want to know her name. In fact, I'd hate for her to be immediately mad at me when she returns because I've led a group of stalkers to her door. Now then, I've put up with your intrusions all week long, and I have had enough. From this moment on, if you step foot in this restaurant without a reservation I will promptly call security."

"But we…" Hiro started to protest when Matt pulled him away.

"Come on. He's not gonna be any help."

The trio started down the street, each looking equally dejected at this turn of events. After spending a whole week trying to convince the maître d' to give them something to go on, they were basically back where they started.

"Well," started Hiro, "We know that she is first attacked at night near the restaurant. We could come here and patrol at night until she comes back, and then we could save her and talk to her at the same time."

"What if it's too late?" Ando interrupted. "What if she's not on vacation, but dead somewhere? All of the paintings could have already happened, and we missed them all."

"No! That is impossible! Matt painted those pictures because it is our destiny to save the chef!"

"Not everything is our destiny! Why do you always have to-"

"Guys!" Matt finally stepped in. "We don't know her name, where she is, anything. All we can do for now is wait. We can try patrolling at night, and I'll call the restaurant during the day to ask if she's back. After that we'll…" Matt's cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?... Yes, this is Detective Parkman… Well, I'm really not supposed to… Who did that?!... Yes, I have dealt with him before… Of course I'll help you. What's the name?... Okay, I'll call you when I find something out… You're welcome. Bye."

Matt hung up and looked at his two companions. "You two patrol the restaurant. I've got a side project."

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Macy- New York

Two days later, Macy returned home and found her answering machine was beeping. She pushed the red button as she sorted through her stack of mail.

"You have one unheard message: 'Hello, this is Detective Parkman. I looked up your brother and found out that he is in fact out of jail. However, he no longer lives in New York. He has moved to Wisconsin, and his street address is…'"

Macy turned the machine off. She had heard all that she needed to know. The man who was haunting her subconscious was far away in Wisconsin where he would probably never bother her again. She hoped that this information would be enough to stop her overactive precognition. Immediately, she went and grabbed the phone off of its charger. She dialed the number that she now knew by heart. It rang twice before a deep voice answered.

"Hello?"

"It's me. Guess what! He's in Wisconsin!"

"Really? Parkman called you back?"

"Yep! Your idea was brilliant! When I told him that my 'brother' had been framed by a man who cut off the top of his head and removed his brain he jumped on it. I kinda feel bad though… You were right. He really hates you."

"See, my barbaric nature pays off. So do you feel any different?"

"Um, I really don't know yet… Do you think I should wait a few days before going back to work?"

"Well you could, but I feel like you will go crazy if you have to wait that long to find out if it worked or not."

"You're right. I'll call them and tell them that I'll be there tomorrow."

"Good for you! I'll come and see you tomorrow night and we can discuss how it went."

"See you then."

"Bye Macy."

When she hung up she couldn't help but feel elated. He sounded so proud of her. Although, she couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive. The only reason that he hadn't killed her was because she was so pathetic. Now that she could potentially have her life back, would he decide that her time had come? On the other hand, if he decided that he didn't want to kill her, there really would be no reason for the two of them to spend time together anymore. Macy had grown close to Gabriel over the last week, and she really wanted to spend more time with him; grill him about his life for a change.

'God I'm selfish,' Macy thought to herself. 'He's pretty much a nomad who wanders around killing people, and I want him to just drop everything and keep me company.'

As Macy picked up the phone to call work, she was in a much different mood than when she had put it down after talking to Gabriel. She knew that she had to make that call though, because whatever would happen was based on the results of her day tomorrow.