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Chapter 2: Unpleasant Discovery

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"She should have been back by now," Mac hissed, abruptly standing up at

the table full of guests.

"Mac, what are you doing?" Ignoring Pete's question, Mac politely

excused himself from the table and weaved his way through the crowded

corridors to the rest rooms.

"Nikki?" he asked quietly, rapping his knuckles against the door.

Nothing. "Nikki!" he yelled. Other guests began to stare, nonetheless,

Mac plunged ahead. "Alright Nikki, I'm coming in!" Hands over his eyes,

he threw open the door. "Nikki, anyone?" Slowly he opened his eyes.

An acrid, burning smell assaulted his nostrils, though he didn't see a soul

in the room. Quickly, he searched the bathroom, but his heart thumped

against his ribs as he soon discovered Nikki was nowhere to be found.

"Pete!" He pushed through the crowd. "Nikki's gone!"

"What do you mean, she's gone?"

"I think Nikki has been kidnapped. There is some

kind of residual chemical in the room, however I can't put my finger on

it. I can't smell it."

Pete looked at Mac as if he had lost his senses. "What do you mean,

can't smell it? Then how do you know it's even there?" Pete shook his

head. "I'm calling the police."

Mac snapped his fingers. "Wait a minute! Sulfuric acid is odorless," he

frowned, a sickening feeling washing over him, "but not the smell of

burning flesh."