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A smile hovered on Squall's face.
"You believe me?"
To his surprise, his own voice was choked with…he didn't know what with, but what he did know was that he had to find Quistis, had to find her before she got into something over her head…or worse.
Nick put a hand on Squall's shoulder, his hair moving gently as he breathed.
"You know, it's hard for me too, Squall, losing somebody who you love. It happened to me…once. I was too late. I couldn't protect her. If you don't take life's changes, its chances, the opportunities, you're missing what life is trying to give you. So, I'm asking you again…let's find that girl of yours before she gets herself hurt. Or before somebody else hurts her. I think…I think the person Quistis is running from is the person who killed my fiancée. I cannot, will not rest until I find that person. I still think you could be dangerous. I still think you are withholding information. But if there is the slightest chance, the tiniest chance that you might…that you might have a way to find this killer – then I will stick with you, Squall, until the very end. Because I loved her. I loved Melody. That won't ever change. A hundred years couldn't change that."
Silence followed this speech. A tear slid from a cheek and pooled on the floor of the helicopter. A few seconds passed. Wordlessly, Squall leaned forward, craning his neck towards the earpiece of the pilot. Closing his eyes slightly, as if in pain or as if in relief, he whispered a few words from a crumpled piece of paper in his pocket. The pilot nodded, and the helicopter swivelled around, heading off in the opposite direction.
"We're off to see the wizard…" whispered Jeff grimly.
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Seifer, Indian postmark safely stowed in his pocket, reached out a hand to open the walnut door of the hotel suite – but it was already open.
OPEN?
In slow motion, the door swung open. A broadly built man – Jeff…Seifer replayed the image of Jeff, soaked in blood on his own floor…recalled his eyelashes fluttering as if he was sleeping rather than dead…he was pinning Quistis down on the bed, clutching her by the fragile silk of her bathrobe.
"Don't move" Jeff said in a quite, authoritative voice. Even more authoritative was the gun he whipped out. He pointed it first at Seifer, but then he grabbed Quistis instead. "Give me the diamonds now, Seifer, or your blonde bombshell dies." He wedged the gun barrel against Quistis' temple.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Seifer in a frozen whisper.
"NOW!" Jeff barked. "Or I pull the trigger on the perfect blondie. You know what happened to the last girl who withheld things from me? Pretty girl she was, name like a songbird, high cheekbones, silky black hair"…he wound a finger around Quistis' blonde hair. "Melody was her name." He added as an afterthought. "Pretty, huh? It was tough trying to get past her boyfriend though. A cop, I think he was, lots of muscles, very protective. I was there at the funeral, though he didn't see me…" Jeff trailed off, his conversational tone making Seifer sick to his stomach.
"You're sick. A sick…"
The gun was trembling against Quistis' temple. Her face was as white as bone. Seifer nodded wordlessly, slid a hand into his pocket and brought out the crumpled package…
Footsteps echoed outside the hotel suite. Jeff swore under his breath, leaping up from the bed and darting to the window.
"Don't think the last of this is over, darlings. I'll find you."
With that, he was gone.
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I know this chapter was short! But I have lots of work going on and this was really a transitional chapter. Review if you would like me to keep this story going, ok? I would LOVE loads of feedback!!!