"This is not good." Dylan had finally gotten out of the room David had
locked her in, and now found her self in the middle of nowhere.
She was standing by the side of a rode next to a vacant field.
Dylan had been everywhere in the world. France, Australia, Africa, you name it. Dylan guessed she was in Texas, due to the many cases the angels had solved there, but Dylan wasn't sure.
She had been waiting for a car or something to drive by, nothing.
Dylan just decided to walk, yes, walk. In 102 degree weather with her hands tied behind her back and the clothes she had been wearing for about 2 days.
*****
"Found anything?" Nat asked. Alex, Natalie, and Max were searching Dylan's apartment.
"Got some finger prints on the door handle. Found anything else useful?" Alex asked standing up from her squatted position next to the rather large wood door guarding the apartment.
"Does this count as a clue?" Max came out from Dylan's bedroom, a red thong hanging from his index finger.
"Max, put that back!" Natalie hit him on the back of the head, then dragged him back to Dylan's bed room.
"Hey! I'm just doing my job." Natalie started examining the bed room.
"Wait, Alex get your butt in here! I found something." Alex came running into the room.
"For all of the years you've known Dylan, have you ever seen her make a bed?" Resting in front of the girls was Dylan's bed, perfectly made.
"Ok, something's definitely up."
*****
"Ugh, this is torture!" Dylan had been walking for several hours now with nothing to show for it except for sore muscles and about five blisters.
Nothing for miles, she had found out shortly. And no cars had driven by either.
Suddenly, out of no where. A black Mustang convertible appeared in the distance.
As the car drew nearer, Dylan could barely tell who was in the front seat. She could make out a black suit, brown hair, black sun glasses.
"Oh my god..." The car stopped in front of her with a jolt.
"Need a ride, Dylan?" Right in front of her sat Eric Knox, her former "bad guy" boyfriend whom she hadn't seen for three years!
"Knox, what the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" Dylan slightly backed away from the car, still in shock the Eric had survived.
"Lets just say, a miracle happened. Get in the car." Dylan raised an eye brow.
"Why should I?"
"Well, if you want to die a miserable death caused by dehydration and the hot sun be my guest." Dylan rolled her eyes as she got into the car.
"Look Dylan, I'm sorry." Dylan raised an eye brow.
"Oh, so all of a sudden you're a good guy?" Eric kind of smiled.
"Yeah. I figured out that Charlie didn't kill my dad."
"Could you help me?" Dylan motioned towards her tied hands.
Eric smiled a little as he untied her.
"Reminds you of old times?" Dylan rolled her eyes as Eric freed her left arm.
As Eri ied her right arm, he ran his fingers down her back, Dylan's spine tingling. Dylan had really fallen for Eric, but after the whole kill Charlie thing, it took a long time getting over him.
Dylan still wanted to be mad at him so, "Will you just untie my arm?"
There was an awkward silence after Eric put his hands back on the steering wheel.
"So.... why did you come here?" Eric looked at Dylan, then back to the road.
"I came for a friend." Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"Anthony."
She was standing by the side of a rode next to a vacant field.
Dylan had been everywhere in the world. France, Australia, Africa, you name it. Dylan guessed she was in Texas, due to the many cases the angels had solved there, but Dylan wasn't sure.
She had been waiting for a car or something to drive by, nothing.
Dylan just decided to walk, yes, walk. In 102 degree weather with her hands tied behind her back and the clothes she had been wearing for about 2 days.
*****
"Found anything?" Nat asked. Alex, Natalie, and Max were searching Dylan's apartment.
"Got some finger prints on the door handle. Found anything else useful?" Alex asked standing up from her squatted position next to the rather large wood door guarding the apartment.
"Does this count as a clue?" Max came out from Dylan's bedroom, a red thong hanging from his index finger.
"Max, put that back!" Natalie hit him on the back of the head, then dragged him back to Dylan's bed room.
"Hey! I'm just doing my job." Natalie started examining the bed room.
"Wait, Alex get your butt in here! I found something." Alex came running into the room.
"For all of the years you've known Dylan, have you ever seen her make a bed?" Resting in front of the girls was Dylan's bed, perfectly made.
"Ok, something's definitely up."
*****
"Ugh, this is torture!" Dylan had been walking for several hours now with nothing to show for it except for sore muscles and about five blisters.
Nothing for miles, she had found out shortly. And no cars had driven by either.
Suddenly, out of no where. A black Mustang convertible appeared in the distance.
As the car drew nearer, Dylan could barely tell who was in the front seat. She could make out a black suit, brown hair, black sun glasses.
"Oh my god..." The car stopped in front of her with a jolt.
"Need a ride, Dylan?" Right in front of her sat Eric Knox, her former "bad guy" boyfriend whom she hadn't seen for three years!
"Knox, what the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" Dylan slightly backed away from the car, still in shock the Eric had survived.
"Lets just say, a miracle happened. Get in the car." Dylan raised an eye brow.
"Why should I?"
"Well, if you want to die a miserable death caused by dehydration and the hot sun be my guest." Dylan rolled her eyes as she got into the car.
"Look Dylan, I'm sorry." Dylan raised an eye brow.
"Oh, so all of a sudden you're a good guy?" Eric kind of smiled.
"Yeah. I figured out that Charlie didn't kill my dad."
"Could you help me?" Dylan motioned towards her tied hands.
Eric smiled a little as he untied her.
"Reminds you of old times?" Dylan rolled her eyes as Eric freed her left arm.
As Eri ied her right arm, he ran his fingers down her back, Dylan's spine tingling. Dylan had really fallen for Eric, but after the whole kill Charlie thing, it took a long time getting over him.
Dylan still wanted to be mad at him so, "Will you just untie my arm?"
There was an awkward silence after Eric put his hands back on the steering wheel.
"So.... why did you come here?" Eric looked at Dylan, then back to the road.
"I came for a friend." Dylan raised an eyebrow.
"Anthony."