A/N: Again, sorry for the sporadic updating schedule. The show closes next Saturday, and then we take it to the competition that Thursday. Then I should have more time to write. Now, on with the chapter!
There was little evidence at the docks. Barely anyone was there that evening. They were trying to get the license plates of both cars. If they did that, they could get information on whoever owned the cars. If they were lucky, that could lead them right to the perpetrators.
"I recommend you go home and get some sleep," the officer said. "You've had a stressful forty-two hours. You should get some rest. We'll keep you updated as we learn things, and call us if you learn anything."
Apart of Bram wanted to debate this, but he knew that wasn't a good idea. He needs to rest up so he could be a valuable part of the search effort. He said goodbye to the officer and went back to his apartment.
When he opened the door, he saw that no one was in the living room. He snuck off to his bedroom and sat at his desk. He opened his laptop and went to his old Google Docs. He still had a few of his Blue emails here. He always proofread them, even back when he was just writing these emails for Jacob.
He found one of the first ones he wrote. He had a few notes that Jacob had given them. They were basic things and not in detail. Even back then, he poured a lot of his own personal stories into it. He tried to delete a lot of these so it wouldn't' be awkward when they met, but he eventually stopped caring.
He examined the notes, trying to look for clues. He then remembered that he and Jacob often messaged on Instagram. He opened another tab and opened Instagram. He scrolled through his messages. He assumed that these messages stopped around the same time Bram deleted the Blue email address.
He made his way to his messages with Jacob. He was surprised when he saw that there were a few unread messages. Most of them were from the day after the winter carnival, and the other one from a few days ago.
Jacob:
Screw you, Greenfeld. You lied, and you still got the guy in the end. We were made for each other, and you stole him from me. One day, this wrong will be corrected. Simon will be mine eventually, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Then he moved to the other message.
Jacob:
He's all mine now. I told you this day would come. I'll take care of him, don't worry. You'll never see him again, but that's for the better. He'll forget that you two were ever a couple. Good luck finding us.
Simon stepped out onto the balcony. He leaned against the railing. Jacob was at work, so Simon was just exploring the manor. He wanted to get a fill of the place before he attempted an escape attempt.
He felt a piece of paper hit his back. He turned around and picked it up. He picked up the note.
'if you want help escaping, meet me in the basement at one in the morning. You won't get this chance again.'