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Chapter 16
"Hey where did they go?" Carey asks to no one in particular after noticing his brother and two friends were gone.
"I don't know. How long have they been gone?" Usually Molly really didn't mind them flying off in all directions, but today was different.
"Bets me." The two of them look at each other, their eyes filled with fear and dread.
"Carey why don't you go check the gift shop and food lounge please; and be careful." He nods ok and goes running off to those places. They weren't in either of them and none of the employees had seen anybody matching their descriptions. He heads back to the rehearsal area to deliver the news. Molly and his parents were talking to police officers; it's about time they got here he thinks.
"Officer this is our son Carey, he's the one that went with Fiona when the room was discovered, and he placed the phone call." Ned tells him. Each of the uniformed men look at the boy, nods but doesn't say anything, Carey copies their gestures.
"I couldn't find them." Carey lets the group know and the officers start writing in a small note pad.
"When's the last time they were seen?" The younger officer questions.
"Were not sure maybe a half an hour ago." Irene replies.
"Well don't worry I'm sure their somewhere around here. Officer Marschalls will stay here and continue asking you some questions, and Carey and myself will go upstairs to have a look around." The young officer tried his best to hide the fact he was upset that he wasn't invited to do the investigating, but a good officer doesn't complain. All three adults say ok while Carey and the officer leave the room.
The whole ride up the elevator they don't speak to each other, Carey wasn't sure why he was asked to come along, it's not he really would be able to do anyways. Standing in front of the door where Fiona and Annie were to sleep Carey was over swept with sudden motion of fear. He'd been scared before, but nothing ever gave him a disturbing feeling like that, it really creped him out. The officer looks at him to see if he's all right, Carey just nods for him to open the door.
It was still trashed up, a part of Carey was hoping when the door was opened it would be shown nice, clean, and everything in its proper places; and the trashing was just a waking nightmare. The mirror was still broken with blood smeared on it. Then Carey sees something that he's pretty sure wasn't there when he had left the first time, Fi's laptop was open and fully loaded up. He points it out to the officer and they walk over to it. A document is up and Carey reads out loud –
"Sam and Fiona forever till the end of time. What God puts together may no man destroy."
"Do you know anything about this?"
"Not a fucking clue, oh sorry."
"Don't worry about it kid, I'm going to look through some of her files, emails and stuff maybe that will help us out." The officer says while bringing Fiona's file directory up it was filled with 100's of stuff, se was never big on deleting.
"Maybe we should start with today." Care suggests to the officer who is looking overwhelmed by the size of the file. He clicks on the first document with today's date and they read to themselves.
"Sam!" They both shout at the same time.
"Carey can you downstairs and get Officer Marschalls for me?" He doesn't respond, just leaves the room and starts heading towards the elevator. Then a noise catches his ear, a soft pounding sound. Carey would of in must situations ignored it and keep on walking, but something was telling him to see what it was. The sound is so low in volume he's having trouble pin pointing the exact location, and then finally figures out what room it's coming from.
He knocks softly on it and waits a few moments for a response but none comes. Carey knows he should get the officer before doing anything, but he opens the door anyways, surprised to find it unlocked. The room looked empty, no luggage or bags of any sort. There are just a bunch of playing cards spread across a table and few on the floor.
"Hello?" Carey asks extremely cautisly, nobody answers. Then the pounding, which is getting even fainter in sound starts up, coming from the bathroom. With a pounding heart and feeling like he's going to puke and or pass out any second Carey walks towards the door. Ad slowly turns the handle.
"Oh my God!" He's scream was so loud it probrely woke the dead in Italy. Jack was lying on the middle of the floor blooding surrounding his body; it didn't look like he was moving. Clu was laying in a fetal position, holding a wretch in his hand, hitting away at the toilet. Clu's eyes were open, but it was clear he really wasn't seeing anything.