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I. DO. NOT. OWN. HOUSE. OF. ANUBIS.


(Olivia's P.O.V.)

"Holy fucking shit." I stammer

I don't know what else to say...or do.

The locket...it's exactly how I remembered it (from when I had see Nina was wearing it in pictures.)

Destiny is on her knees, with her hands covering her mouth. Willow, on the other hand, is sitting on the edge of her bed, bawling her eyes out.

"Oh my god!" she chokes between sobs

A million questions are flying through my head. How did the killer (or whoever sent this) get that locket away from Nina? Was she wearing it when she was murdered? Did the killer snatch it from her cold, dead body? Does Eddie know anything about this?

I clentch my fist, clutching the locket firmly. We're going to have to hide this somewhere good. If one of the Sibuna's finds this, they'll more than likely know somethings up.

Destiny finally works up then energy to get up from the ground, and sit next to Willow.

"Mara...Mara couldn't have done this. I know she can seem cold, but she's not a murderer." Willow whimpers.

I stare at Willow with confusion. "Why would you think she's the killer? Whoever sent this obviously wasn't saying Mara killed Nina! I think what they meant to say was that nothing could tear Nina away from this locket. And if someone did...then they would've had to-"

"Kill her." Destiny interrupts, tears spilling from her eyes.

I nod my head sadly in agreement.

Horror floods Willow's face.

"What is it?" I ask her

She looks up at me, tears still streaming down her face.

"Guys...I have something I need to tell you." she whispers

Destiny and I exchange worried looks.

"Ok...go ahead..." I murmur

Willow wipes a few tears from her eyes.

"It's gonna take a while." she whispers

"Don't worry. We've got time." Destiny replies

Willow takes a deep breath.

"If you insist. I suggest you sit down for this..."


(Patricia's P.O.V.)

"Patricia, I can do it for you. It's no big deal." KT says, trying to comfort me.

My hands shake as I grip my phone in my hand. I need to call the OBGYN, but I'm honestly terrified.

"No. This is my problem. I can make the call." I tell her.

She sighs, and pulls a sheet of paper out of her pocket.

"This is my Aunt's friend Beth's number. She's been an OBGYN for over twenty years- and she's one of the nicest people I've ever met. She'll help you, Patricia. I promise."

I take the piece of paper from her hands.

Taking a deep breath, I dial the number into my phone.

"Do you want me to leave?" KT asks

I shake my head- there's no way I can do this alone.

I squeeze KT's hand while I listen to the phone ring.

"Hello. This is Dr. Beth Greenwald at Safe Life Gynecologists. How can I help you?"

I clear my throat. "Hi, um, I just found out that I'm pregnant and I need to make an appointment." I say

"Alright. What's your name?" she asks

"Patricia Williamson." I reply.

"Hi Patricia. I just need you to answer a few more questions for me, alright?"

"Okay." I croak

Dr. Greenwald asks me all kinds of questions: when did I find out I was pregnant, how far along I am, the date Eddie and I...did it, etc.

"Okay Patricia. You're appointment will be in two days at four o'clock in the afternoon. Will that work?" she asks

"Yes, that's perfect. Thank you so much." I say

"It's no problem. I'll see you soon." she replies

"You too. Bye." I chime.

I listen to her say goodbye as I hang up the phone.

"That went better than I thought it would." I mumble, facing KT.

She pats my shoulder. "See! I told you! You'll love Beth, I promise." she exclaims

I smile at KT. Okay, so I have a doctor now, but I still have to tell Eddie...and my Parents...and the rest of the house...

But this is still going to be such a long road...


(Willow's P.O.V.)

"Willow...why the fuck did you not tell me any of this until just now?" Olivia hisses

I shrug. I explained everything to her and Destiny: the book, being lost in the woods, how I think Amber may know something...

"I mean...it kind of makes sense...if Amber really was in New York, it would have been easier for her to watch Nina and Eddie there then it would have been from here." Destiny murmurs.

Olivia shakes her head in disagreement. "No. Nina and Amber were like sisters...there's no way she could have done anything against her, or Eddie." she states.

"But ever since she returned...she seems so...different...like she knows something that no one else does..." I say

Olivia draws her breath in. "Alright, look. If we stay up here for too long, the others are going to get curious. For now, this all needs to stay secret. Tonight, let's meet in the pantry. Willow, I want you to bring the book you found of Eddie's. We'll bring Nina's diary. Together, we'll make any significant connections- maybe we can put together a list of possible suspects."

I grin. "Wow, underneath all that make up you're really professional." I say to her, teasingly.

She smirks. "I know. Now, the three of us are going to go back downstairs, and Destiny is going to back to Isis House. We're going to act like nothing is wrong- everything is just peachy keen. Got it?"

Destiny and I nod in approval. Olivia grabs us by the arms, and links one of each through hers.

When we descend down the stairs, Alfie is waiting for me at the bottom. Seeing him breaks my heart; he looks so happy, and so care-free...

While I know the leaders of his secret club are dead.

Before I go to him, Olivia pulls me back by the soulder, and whispers something in my ear:

"Remember, everything is peachy keen. Peachy. Fucking. Keen."

I nod my head, then join my amazing boyfriend.


(Cody's P.O.V.)

My hands fly across the keyboard. Krista and Trish hover over me, watching me as I tap into "Victoria's" Phone.

"Olivia said she knows the cities of where the phone pinged at. She had Destiny print it out for me." Krista chirps

"I know, but I want to know exactly where the pings were. I'm thinking about visiting all of them." I reply

"Really? Some of those places were all the way up in Oregon." Trish argues

I shrug. I feel like I'm working with two mini versions of Olivia, the only real difference is they look different.

"I know, but we may have to actually go to them to uncover some stuff." I say

The locations of the pings pop up on the computer. Trish and Krista hover over me as I scan through them.

"The one in L.A. was at the Ritz-Carlton. That's where Olivia and Destiny figured out all of the fake names and stuff." says Krista

I nod, and glance at the next one.

Hollywood Hair Salon

1234 Riverway St.

Redding, CA 12345

"A hair salon?" Trish snorts.

I nod. "Alright, here's what we'll do. Krista, go back to the Ritz-Carlton and search some more- see if Olivia and Destiny missed anything. Trish, you and I are going to drive up to Redding. Cool?"

The girls nod. We then log out of the computer, and go get ready for our trips.


(Krista's P.O.V.)

I steer my black convertible into the outdoor check-in at the Ritz-Carlton.

An Indian guy approaches me straight away, and opens my door.

"Hello! Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel Los Angeleas, how can I-"

I cut him off by showing him my "police badge" (it's a KCI badge really, but it looks so much like a police bage even I can barely tell the difference between the two!)

"I need access to the Divoglian Suite, now." I demand

The guy nods his head, and runs over to grab an older guy in a business suite by the front desk.

I sling my Louis Vuttion tote over my shoulder, and step out of my car.

The older guy comes running over to me.

"Is everything alright, Miss?" he asks

"I'm not sure. I need to see the Divoglian Suite, then I'll tell you." I reply

He nods his head, and gestures me toward a set of double doors.

"I'm Paul Sherman, the hotel manager." he says to me

"I'm Detective Krista Chang. Pleasure to meet you." I reply, as we set foot into a set of glass elevators.

The doors slide open. Mr. Sherman leads me down a hallway, away from the elevator we just exited from, and stops infront of a wooden door.

"This is it." he says

I push my Burberry sunglasses on top of my head, away from my eyes.

"Thank you. I'll take it from here." I tell him

He looks uncertain, as if he wants to stay with me. But then he nods, and walks back towards the elevators.

Once he's a safe distance away, I push the door of the suite open.

The room I's exactly as Olivia had described it. Only one difference though...

It's not a disaster.

Huh?

I look around. The place is spotless: the dishes in the small kitchen are squeaky clean, the beds are perfectly made, and there is no knocked over furniture or broken glass in sight.

But...if the staff here went as long as they did without cleaning this place from the time Nina and Eddie were here to the time when Olivia and Destiny searched it, what made them decide to finally clean it?

Angry and confused, I run out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

An older woman in a Maide's outfit is pushing a cleaning cart down the hallway as I storm out of the room.

"Excuse me, miss?" I ask

She whips around, and stares at me blankly.

I smile, and pull out my badge again.

"Hi, um, I was wondering if you knew when the last time this room was cleaned?" I ask

She pushes her cart aside, and walks past me into the room. I follow her.

She takes a look around, then faces me.

"It looks pretty clean to me." she grumbles

"No, I meant when, as in the actual date, was this room cleaned last?" I ask, hoping to get through to her.

She shrugs. "I don't know. About a week or so. All of the property owner's suites are cleaned around a month after they were last occupied."

Wait...property owners? Huh?

"So...you mean you have to own one of these Suites to stay there?" I question.

The Maide nods her head, giving me a "no, duh!" look.

"Oh. Okay, Uh, I wasn't aware of that. I should go now- thank you so much for your help." I tell her, while I slowly start to back away.

"Why do you care so much anyway?" she grunts.

I stop in my tracks, and face her.

"It's...it's for a homicide case." I stammer

She nods, and goes back to her cart.

When I reach the elevators at the end of the hall, the Maid yells one last thing at me:

"Oh, by the way- the young man and lady who I believe were the last ones to stay there kept doing something weird. They would put their hands over their eyes, then whisper something. Then they just left. Just thought you would want to know."

My heart drops. As if the fake names weren't already a give away, that totally seals the deal; Nina and Eddie had stayed here in the Divoglian Suite.

But my biggest question now...is how they were able to afford it?


(Trish's P.O.V.)

"Turn left, and you will have reached your final destination." the GPS chimes.

"Thank god." Cody mutters under his breath.

Before we began our journey up north to Redding, we had no idea it would take us eight hours. Relief floods through me when Cody pulls the car in front of the Hollywood Hair Salon.

"We made it!" I exclaim, slapping Cody a weak high five.

We park the car on the side of the road in front of the salon, then scramble out of the car.

This could be the nicest looking salon I've ever seen: the building is made out of fine brick, and has a giant glass window, with the salon's name painted in cursive ink on it. In the window, stand three mannequins with stylish hair-do's.

"So, what's the plan?" I ask Cody.

"We go in, show our badges, and demand to ask a search on their computers- how hard can it be?" he replies

I shrug. "Alright, let's do this."

Together, we fling open the main door, and step inside.

A middle aged woman with pixie-cut dirty blonde hair stands at a counter in the front of the Salon. The place is empty; nobody occupies the fancy salon chairs scattered around the open space.

The woman at the counter looks up. "Hi, how can I help you'-"

Cody doesn't let her finish before he shoves his badge in his face.

"Hi Ma'am. You're not in any trouble. I just need to search you're computer. It's urgent."

The lady's face is ghostly pale. "Um...alright." she stammers, backing away slowly from the counter.

I smile her warmheartedly. Cody's fingers dance across the computer's keyboard.

He pulls up a search box, and types in: "Victoria Mills."

Sure enough, a record of her last (and only) visit pops up.

"Yes!" I exclaim.

Cody clicks on the pop up for more details.

Mills, Victoria.

Date of visit: August 2nd, 2013. 12:00 PM

Stylist: Jenny Gammons

Procedure: extensions added, hair dyed black.

Total Balance: $564.99

Payment Type: Visa Black Credit Card #98765432112345678906

My eyes bug out of their sockets when I read the last two lines. How on earth could afford that?

Cody glances over at the lady who was originally at the counter.

"Ma'am, whose Jenny Gammons?" he questions

"That would be me, why?" she replies nervously

He turns the computer towards her. "Were you this girls stylist on this day?" he asks

Jenny squints her eyes to read the screen. She nods her head slowly. "Yes, I remember her quite well. Why?" she questions

"We think this girl may have been murdered. One of the last calls she made on her phone was when she was here." I tell her

Jenny looks mortified. "Oh my..." she whispers.

"Miss Gammon, could you tell us what you remember about the time you spent with Miss Mills?" Cody asks

Jenny sighs. "Well...she was...different. I don't mean that in a negative way, she was very nice, but something just seemed...weird about her. She basically wanted a whole new look, and when I asked her why, she would just change the subject. She seemed very secretive, I would say. You said her phone pinged here? She was on the phone, texting during a majority of her appointment. She said she was texting her brother, Judith I think was his name? Anyway, she had said she wanted a perm, but then she said she didn't have enough time for that. She paid me, and then she left."

Judith...that was obviously Eddie. But now I understand why Nina came here; she wanted a disguise. But why did she come to this particular salon? Where did she come up with the money to pay for everything? How did she manage to get a Visa Black Card?

Cody thanks Jenny for her help, and prints out Nina's record. Together, we leave the salon.


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