Chapter Ten- The Biker and Lilia

True to his word, Detective Matthews drove into town Lilia had told him about the next day. It was a long drive to get there, but he wanted to find Cain more than anything, even if he had to pay for gas twice. When he got there, he remembered that she told him of a market near a bar that always had a red truck parked out front. "Red truck, red truck...where's the red truck?" he asked himself as he continued to drive throughout the town. There were at least twenty-five, in total, trucks in the that town, driving in and driving out. All of them were red. And all of them were parked near local bars and a market. Either one of them could have been the truck, however, as Detective Matthews recalled Lilia saying, of all of the trucks, only ONE had a slight dent on it. And that was the one he needed to find.
He couldn't see it anywhere and he gave out a stressful sigh. "There's no slightly dented red truck out here!" he said aloud. "I've been driving for hours, looking for something that doesn't even-"
A red truck drove past him and parked at least two to three yards from where Matthews' car had stopped. "Exist...?" he finished his sentence. He then started up his car again and drove past the truck slowly to inspect it. Just as Lilia said, there a slight dent on it. He noticed in front of the truck, there was a bar. The bar that, completely unbeknownst to Matthews, Griff had spent time in days ago. Horizontally across the street from the bar was the market. Matthews jaw dropped in disbelief. How did Lilia know about this place? It was as if she were there. Despite Lilia telling him that the market is the place he needed to go to first, Matthews believed that he could get some type of lead into the missing boy. Maybe someone from the bar knew one of the kidnappers.

Parking across from the truck, Matthews walked into the bar looking for the owner of the vehicle. "Excuse me," he said aloud. "I'm looking for the owner of the truck out front." Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and looked at the young man in dislike. "And what're you, a cop?" asked a drunk man. Matthews gave a slight nod and a warm smile that caused the drunken man to laugh. "Are you really a cop?" he blurted out. "Or are you trick or treatin'?" Matthews head tilted with confusion in his eyes. That man is completely drunk...he thought, I better make my visit here brief. "Listen up," he informed the customers, ignoring the drunk. "Not too long ago, a child was kidnapped on his birthday."
"So what?" a bystander shouted. "Thousands of kids have been kidnapped on their birthdays."
"His name is Cain," Matthews continued. "Cain Steiner. His mother has fallen into a deep state of depression and his siblings are worried sick for him. I was told by an informant that the owner of the vehicle outside knows something about this case. Now who owns that truck?"
"Man, fuck off!" shouted another bystander. "We ain't tellin' you shit!"
"Yeah!" a third shouted throwing a beer can at the detective. Matthews caught the can and his warm smile vanished and became serious. Drunk or not, he would not allow anyone to throw anything at him and in an instant reaction, he beamed the can back at the bystander, who fell out of his seat. Others stood up and surrounded the man. "You think you tough, boy?" demanded a biker.
"In a way, yes." Matthews replied.
"Oh we got us a comedian, boys!" the biker said.
"Kick his ass!" shouted a bystander.
"Fuck him up!"
"Rip his dick off!"

"I'm not here to start a fight," Matthews' response was. "I just want to know who the owner of the truck is."
"What if I own that truck, huh?" asked the biker. "You gonna arrest me or somethin'?"
"If you are the owner," Matthews said. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."
The biker spat in Matthews face and laughed harshly. "Get the fuck out of here."
Matthews wiped his face and looked confused. But then, out of the blue, his head went down and his tone darkened. "It's you who needs to get the FUCK out of this bar." he insisted, pissing off the biker.
"What the fuck you just say?" the biker wanted to know, approaching Matthews.
"You heard me," Matthews said. The customers ooohed and somewhat admired Matthews' courage against someone older and much more dangerous than himself. "You're pathetic," Matthews continued. "You aren't a man, just a pathetic excuse of a human being who spends his time getting drunk and arrested."

The biker pulled out of knife, in which Matthews quickly confiscated it and threw it in the trash nearby. "You little toys don't scare me," Matthews smiled. It wasn't his naturally warm smile that he's known for. It was an evil smile, somewhat daring the biker to harm him in a way. "I suggest you tell me what you know about the child."
"Or else what?" the biker laughed. "You're gonna kill someone?"
A gun went off in the bar and the biker dropped dead.

"Yes." Matthews answered, putting his gun away. The others were now scared of the young man and proceeded to back away from him.
"L-look man..." stammered a bystander, "we don't know who owns the truck, i'ight? It's always there when we're here."
Matthews head tilted in a slow and sadistic way, his bangs covered an eye that seemed to be red to them. "Now, was that so hard to answer?" he asked. "Was it worth the life of a drunken future deadbeat scumbag bastard?"
The bystanders were shooken and couldn't say a word. "Maybe it was worth it," Matthews answered. He proceeded to leave the bar, but stopped and looked over his shoulders to all who witnessed the murder. "No one will say tell about what happened here, understand?" he ordered. "If one word leaks out, I'll blow your heads off just like that fucker on the ground."
"What will we tell the cops?" asked a bystander.
"The way I see it," Matthews said. "There's not a single cop who gives a damn."
"How will we explain this to the bartender?" asked another. "The biker was the one in charge while he went away."
"That's for you all to figure out when he arrives. I must be on my way. And give the bartender a tip when he comes back." When Matthews came to, he was somewhat aware, but then again oblivious, to what had happened. He only smiled a warm smile and gave a bow. "Good day, gentlemen." he said and left.

Matthews walked into an ally and shook his head. "What just happened...?" he asked himself. "Did I kill someone?"
His phone went off in his pocket and he answered it in a small cracked voice. "Hello?"
"I told you not to go into that bar, Mr. Matthews." the voice of a young girl said. It was Lilia.
"You!" he cried. "You did this, didn't you?"
"I'm sorry that killing is not your strong point, Mr. Matthews," Lilia replied. "Had I not killed him, he would have killed you."
"What did you do to me?"
"I saved you, of course."
"Please, Lilia, don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about."
"..."
"Lilia?"
"Okay, Mr Matthews, here's the deal; anytime you are in a difficult situation that I know you know you can't get out of, I will take charge and I will be the one to make the decisions. Understand?"
Matthews stood frozen in that one spot he was in, cringing at the fact that an innocent fourteen year old girl had that kind of power to take control over someone from miles away.
"Mr. Matthews?" Lilia said. "Don't be afraid. I want to find my little brother just as much as you do, but I need your help."
"YOU need MY help?" Matthews shouted. "You used me to kill a man! What else are you going to make me do?"
"I'm going to make you live." Lilia answered. "Mr. Matthews, please understand my intensions. I chose you because out of everyone in the police station, you were the only one I could trust. For that reason, I told you where you needed to go and who you needed to talk to."
"You're doing all this, but you have no clue where Cain's at?"
"Not one clue. So will you please help me?"

Thinking quietly to himself, Matthews was in doubt of Lilia's story. He was more curious about her than he was of the kidnapping. What was it that she was trying to do? Could she be planning something? After a moment of internal conflict, he gave in to Lilia's pleas. "Fine," he said. "I will help you on one condition."
"And that is?"
"You have to tell me what you're planning."
"Oh, Mr. Matthews, I can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"It will ruin the fun."
"At least tell me what you are. For some reason, I get the feeling that you aren't human..."
"I can assure you, Mr. Matthews, what I am is nothing compared to what Cain is going to be if he stays captive in that house with those people for a long period of time."
"House? What house?"
"I'm not sure, you have to find it."
"But where do I start...?"
"The market, Mr. Matthews. Start there."
"Okay, I will."
"Act normal, Mr. Matthews. Everything will be fine. After all, you didn't kill the biker, I did."

Detective Matthews gave a deep sigh as the girl ended their conversation.
"Oh man..." he said to himself. "What have you gotten yourself into...?"
He knew now that his search for Cain was far more than that of a kidnapping. Whatever Lilia was planning, she now got him involved till the very end. However, while walking into the market, Matthews concluded that so long as Lilia trusted him and he trusted her, despite his doubt, he will live and Cain will be found.

Sorry for being away for soooooo long.
This chapter might be crappy because I'm trying to get back into it. Perhaps my next chapter will get me back into the spirit!

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