Chapter Twenty Five: The First Clue
Maria's POV
With the realization that Adam was alive, I was more determined than ever to get out of that hospital. The doctors said I had torn ligaments in my knee, which would mean permanent arthritis in the joint. He said surgery would be the best bet for me at that point.
But I refused. I had to get out of there and fast. It could have meant Adam's life.
Rickers made me do the surgery. He said that the force's top men were involved, combing through every little part of that warehouse. I would have the surgery while they were out playing "heroes."
It was nothing too serious, just one of those scope things that repair it with only a few spots for a scar. Now, I had to stay off of the leg for even longer.
I was dozing in and out from the morphine hits they had given me. I didn't really notice anyone had come into my room. It was an older man, quiet with a deep, sort of soothing voice. I fought to keep awake, trying to figure out who it was . . .
"Go to sleep, Maria," the deep, strangely familiar voice said. "I promise you'll be okay."
I was fighting against my eyelids as they drooped down over me sight. I was so tired, but that man . . .
"Dad?" I managed to ask.
I heard no answer. I passed out for about five hours.
I shot awake, another dream of Adam scaring me. I panted in my bed, trying to catch my breath. Then, I remembered what I saw before I fell asleep. The man in my room, promising I would be okay. I looked around, half-hoping he would be there. My room was empty.
"Dad?" I asked quietly.
Still no answer. I flopped back against my pillows, cursing myself for getting my hopes up. Out of the corner of my eye. I saw a piece of paper, neatly folded under a cup of water. I squinted at the cup as I noticed the black letters written across it. "PEER."
I took the paper and read it.
Your first clue. Let's see if you are as smart as I think you are. Best of luck.
A/N: I know it's short. Sorry, but I like those cliffhangers! Lol! Hope you like my updates so far! Later, peoples!