"Hurry up before someone sees us!" Tru fussed at her brother as he moved the small metal tools inside the one of the door's many locks.
"Newsflash, Tru! Do you really think anyone here would call the cops?" Harrison smarted back, just then the lock clicked over. "Finally!" he sighed with relief. "This guy has more locks then Fort Knox!"
He twisted the rusty doorknob, the door creaked open to reveal the cold, dark apartment. They slowly entered the room, feeling their way around, it was then that Tru heard a loud crash.
"Ah, shit!" Harrison cried in pain.
"What happened?" Tru asked with worry, the room then filled with a burst of light.
"Found the light..." her brother muttered dryly, his hand on the lamp's switch as he struggled to set it back up after tripping over it.
"Watch where you're going..." she warned him quietly, he rolled his eyes at her.
The two then began to investigate the small apartment for anything helpful.
"Wow, of all the crappy three room apartments I've seen in my time... this is the crappiest!" Harrison scoffed as he walked around. "What does this guy own three lamps, including the one in the bathroom? Just so we're clear, don't ever say anything bad about my place again!"
"Shut up and look for anything important!" Tru scolded him, he only shook his head at her in angst.
Tru searched through the messy papers on the nearby desk as Harrison disappeared into the darkened bedroom. She started to read some of them as she flipped through, they were mostly overdue bills and junk mail addressed to the apartment, no name.
"Hello!" she then heard her brother screech from the other room.
"You find something?" she called to him, he then reappeared in the doorway, holding something up in her direction.
Tru quickly took the card from him and looked it over, it was an old ID.
"Dennis Rafkin..." she read out loud.
"Is that the guy?" Harrison asked, she nodded at him before walking back to the desk.
"We need to find something else, like where he works, or where he went tonight..." she told him as she continued to flip through the papers.
"Has this guy ever heard of post-it notes?" Harrison wondered out loud, looking the wall over, Tru turned toward him in response.
"What?" she questioned while walking over to where he stood.
"He just writes all his info and stuff on the wall..." he explained, pointing to the names, phone numbers, and appointments scribbled all over the dirty wall.
"Look at this one..." Tru pointed to one of them. "Wednesday, meet Cyrus at 8..." she read, she then said the name again. "Cyrus... that was the one guy!" she was beginning to remember now.
"What guy?" Harrison asked in a lost tone.
"One of the dead guys from yesterday... I mean Friday... you know what I mean!" she exclaimed as she ran over to another stack of papers.
"Whatever..." he mumbled back as she searched through the messy papers.
"Yes!" she shrieked with excitement, holding up an old check stub. "To Dennis Rafkin in the amount of two-thousand dollars from Cyrus Kriticos!" she read happily.
"Is this the girl?" Harrison asked suddenly, showing Tru a tattered school picture he had found.
"Yeah, that's Matilda..." she then went back to looking through the papers.
"Kinda odd don't ya think..." he stated while looking the picture over.
"Huh?" Tru sighed with distraction.
"You know... teenage girl... him... the ID said he was what, twenty-two... you do the math." He explained.
"Twenty-seven... the ID was five years old." She corrected him.
"I'm just saying, getting into that fancy car, getting the big bucks from Mr. K, yet living in this hellhole and messing around with an underage girl... makes ya think." He continued, Tru looked up from what she was doing.
"Makes you think what?" she asked curiously.
"Maybe this guy isn't worth saving..." he advised gently. "You remember the wacko at the cabin... and he was going to prison, but this guy... he's obviously into drugs or something, and with her..." he held up the picture in explanation.
Tru paused to take in what he was saying, she then quickly brushed it away.
"If he wasn't worth saving he wouldn't have asked for my help." She replied sternly, she then snatched the picture from her brother and placed on the table beside them. "We should get going... I think I have all the information I'll need for now." She put the ID and check stub in her pocket before turning towards the door.
"Suit yourself..." Harrison muttered under his breath as he followed her, shutting off the light on his way out.
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Once Tru got home she grabbed a phone book and began flipping through to the business section, it was there that she found what she was looking for. She quickly wrote down the address to the company that had produced Dennis check, no doubt Cyrus was his boss.
She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed, she had a busy day ahead of her tomorrow, that is if she didn't wake up to Monday all over again... then again, who knows, maybe she'd wake up to Saturday instead and it all would have just been a dream.