Chapter 10

The Confession

A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews! Sorry about the late chapter! Too many homework assignments. :/

5:45 P.M.

I press the recording button on the phone. "Say that again?"

"I'm going to confess to the murders of Kai and Nya's parents," Harrison responds in a shaky manner.

"Where are you?" I inquire as calmly as possible, holding in my emotions of hopefulness.

"I'll meet you tomorrow at Buddy's Pizza tonight 6:00 P.M."

"Okay." He hangs up and I stop recording, pocketing the phone. I wonder why he picked there of all places.

"Zane, what's up?" Kai asks.

"Harrison is going to confess to the murders," I reply, turning to face the group of astonished individuals.

"Okay, go on ahead you to," Kai says.

I nod and Pixal and I head outside of the birthing center, getting in the hover car. We drive to the place and park outside, waiting rather anxiously for Harrison to show up. It's already 6:09 now, and he still isn't here. I tap the steering wheel impatiently, chewing my lip as usual, and feel this pain in the back of my head. I groan, rubbing the back of it. It's been two weeks since I was released from the hospital and my head still occasionally hurts. I fall sometimes too.

"You okay?" Pixal inquires, touching my shoulder.

I nod and look up to see a figure clad in the same outfit I had seen him last, except that he is wearing a black cap to cover most of his face. "He's here."

"Are you certain it's him?" Pixal asks.

"I'm certain," I respond. He's not easy to miss and he did attack me before.

We both exit the car and make our way inside, holding hands to seem less suspicious, though we're already engaged. "Act natural," I whisper in my fiancé's ear. We enter and I spot him sitting in the very rear of the restaurant; then we sit directly across from him. He's hunched over where I cannot see most of his face and makes me uncomfortable.

A waitress comes over with a red tray of three coffee cups and sets them down in front of us. "Enjoy," she smiles and ambles back to the kitchen.

I didn't realize a pizza place would have coffee and I merely hold the cup in my hands, feeling the warmth flow through my palms. "Well? You said you would confess."

"They're going to kill me. If I tell you, will you protect me from them?" Harrison asks.

"Depends on how much you know," I respond.

"Where is Jason?" Pixal inquires sternly.

"That's the problem. They took him," Harrison informs us.

"What?" Pixal and I exclaim in unison; then I lower my voice through gritted teeth.

"Who took him?"

"I need to be promised full protection first," Harrison responds.

I slam my hands down on the table, attracting a bit of unwanted attention, and sloshing the coffee. A bit spills over the edges. I grab him by his jacket and speak in his face. "Where is he?"

"Protection first," Harrison insists.

"Where is he?" I repeat, trying with all my will not to pound his head into the table. I can feel my hands shaking violently and Pixal grabs my arm, trying to pry me off him.

"Tell us about the murders first," she says.

"Alright," he begins, "Let me go and we'll sit down and have a nice talk."

Reluctantly I release him and sit back, taking the coffee cup in my hands again. He does the same and gulps his down casually; then sets it down, leaning forward over the table. I pick up the cup, staring at him intently, and drink a bit of it. "You know who we worked for, though he's always been a minor nuisance to you."

"Whiplash?" I inquire, raising my brows skeptically.

"So you overheard our conversation in the building." I nod. "Well, if that's the case, let's skip to-"

"No," I slam my cup down abruptly, shaking the table again. "No skipping," I say sternly.

"Zane, calm down," Pixal tells me, grabbing my arm a second time.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. Did they even put caffeine in here? Sure, I've had sleep deprivation recently, but this is ridiculous.

I feel my eyelids trailing shut and force them to stay open. "Without further ado…why don't we go to the car?"

"Car?" I manage to say as my vision swims. Oh no. Did he drug the coffee?

"Always watch your drink, Zane," Harrison tell me with a smirk, but as I lurch forward and my head rests on the table, I can see he's not the man who called. Blackness fills my vision.