"I can't believe Dylan went through with it. Keeping that jerk in her
apartment. Ugh, I have a migraine." Alex and Natalie were in Natalie's
sporty red convertible, making their way over to Dylan's house. Just to
make sure she was still alive.
"Settle down Alex. Dylan's fine, she'll figure out what to do with Seamus."
"Nat, he is a homicidal freak who's incapable of human emotion. Do you really think Dylan's fine? Even if he doesn't physically kill her, the stress will do it." Natalie rolled her eyes at her overly stressed friend.
Alex never could handle stress too well. Well, not on her own. That's why she had the other angels, to make sure she didn't totally flip out. But since one of the angels might be in trouble, Alex wasn't cool.
"Take a chill pill, Alex. Dylan's...hey. Who's that?" They had just pulled up to Dylan's apartment building, and there was a strange man running out of her apartment. Natalie quickly parked the car and the two angels bolted out of the convertible.
They ran up the two flights of stairs up to Dylan's apartment, but they were too late to catch the strange man.
"Who was that guy?" Natalie asked.
"I couldn't get a good look at him." The front door was wide open, so the two slowly walked inside.
Nothing looked out of place. In fact, the apartment was...clean. Really clean. Cleaner than it had ever been!
"Whoever that guy was, we should of left a tip or something cause room service here is really good." Natalie said with a confused smile.
"Wait Nat, look..." Alex pointed to the picture on the wall. It was a picture of all of the angels on their Hawaiian Vacation. Well, almost all of the angels. Dylan's head was cut out of the picture.
But as the girls looked around the room, every picture that had Dylan in is was cut out. Not one picture had Dylan in it, anymore.
"Ok, that's freaky."
"What's freaky?" Alex and Natalie whipped around only to find Dylan standing over Seamus' wheelchair.
"Um, hey Dylan, Seamus." Natalie uncomfortably greeted the two.
"Dylan, we drove up here to make sure you were ok. But when we got here some strange man was coming out of your apartment. Look what he did to all of the pictures."
Dylan slowly observed what was left of the pictures, with a weird feeling she couldn't put her finger on.
"Whoever did this, also cleaned your apartment. It looks like you have a stalker." Alex said as she sat down at Dylan's recently vacuumed couch.
"Who are these girls?" Seamus asked perched by the front door.
"Oh, Seamus. These are my friends and fellow coworkers, Natalie and Alex." Dylan stated as she scratched her head in confusion.
"Nice to meet you..."
"We've already met." Alex snapped frustrated. Seamus slowly wheeled himself closer to the others, a little startled by Alex's bad mood.
"What are we gonna do about this?" Natalie asked as she looked through the rest of the apartment, just to make sure nothing else was missing.
"I'll try to get some finger prints. Mean while, Dylan, get some rest." Alex said with no expression.
"Oh, I'm fine."
"You look really tired. Natalie will keep Seamus entertained while I work."
"Is he dead?" Jeffrey O' Grady, the head of the Irish mafia, asked in his deep hoarse voice as he stressfully paced the loading docks.
"No. That's as far as we've gotten. But I think I know some one who could help us..." Andrew Pascoe replied to his friend as he brushed his dirty red hair out of his face.
"Well, who? We need to find Seamus soon or else the Breaux won't buy."
"His name is Anthony. He came to me yesterday. He had some pretty bad wounds. He said that Seamus himself had stabbed him through the chest. Damaged his right lung, but he'll live."
"Well then. Bring him to me."
"It's fun to stay at the YMCA, it's fun to stay at the YMCA..." Dylan woke up to the Village People blaring from the speakers.
"What the heck are you guys doing?" Dylan made her way to her small living room where she found Natalie and Seamus singing "YMCA" into Natalie's karaoke machine.
"Join in Dylan!" Seamus cheered as he did the Macarena in his wheel chair.
"I'll pass. Hey Nat, where's Alex?" Natalie dance her way over to Dylan. "What?" Natalie yelled. Dylan turned down the music with an eye roll. "Where's Alex?"
"Oh, she went to the agency. She took my car so I'm stuck here for a while. Hope you don't mind." Natalie said with a smile.
"Not at all. As long as there's no more karaoke." Natalie moon walked her way over to the karaoke machine and turned it off.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Seamus asked.
"How about TV? The "Power Puff Girls" are on!" Natalie giggled as she grabbed the remote. Dylan smiled at her friend as she made her way to the couch.
"Settle down Alex. Dylan's fine, she'll figure out what to do with Seamus."
"Nat, he is a homicidal freak who's incapable of human emotion. Do you really think Dylan's fine? Even if he doesn't physically kill her, the stress will do it." Natalie rolled her eyes at her overly stressed friend.
Alex never could handle stress too well. Well, not on her own. That's why she had the other angels, to make sure she didn't totally flip out. But since one of the angels might be in trouble, Alex wasn't cool.
"Take a chill pill, Alex. Dylan's...hey. Who's that?" They had just pulled up to Dylan's apartment building, and there was a strange man running out of her apartment. Natalie quickly parked the car and the two angels bolted out of the convertible.
They ran up the two flights of stairs up to Dylan's apartment, but they were too late to catch the strange man.
"Who was that guy?" Natalie asked.
"I couldn't get a good look at him." The front door was wide open, so the two slowly walked inside.
Nothing looked out of place. In fact, the apartment was...clean. Really clean. Cleaner than it had ever been!
"Whoever that guy was, we should of left a tip or something cause room service here is really good." Natalie said with a confused smile.
"Wait Nat, look..." Alex pointed to the picture on the wall. It was a picture of all of the angels on their Hawaiian Vacation. Well, almost all of the angels. Dylan's head was cut out of the picture.
But as the girls looked around the room, every picture that had Dylan in is was cut out. Not one picture had Dylan in it, anymore.
"Ok, that's freaky."
"What's freaky?" Alex and Natalie whipped around only to find Dylan standing over Seamus' wheelchair.
"Um, hey Dylan, Seamus." Natalie uncomfortably greeted the two.
"Dylan, we drove up here to make sure you were ok. But when we got here some strange man was coming out of your apartment. Look what he did to all of the pictures."
Dylan slowly observed what was left of the pictures, with a weird feeling she couldn't put her finger on.
"Whoever did this, also cleaned your apartment. It looks like you have a stalker." Alex said as she sat down at Dylan's recently vacuumed couch.
"Who are these girls?" Seamus asked perched by the front door.
"Oh, Seamus. These are my friends and fellow coworkers, Natalie and Alex." Dylan stated as she scratched her head in confusion.
"Nice to meet you..."
"We've already met." Alex snapped frustrated. Seamus slowly wheeled himself closer to the others, a little startled by Alex's bad mood.
"What are we gonna do about this?" Natalie asked as she looked through the rest of the apartment, just to make sure nothing else was missing.
"I'll try to get some finger prints. Mean while, Dylan, get some rest." Alex said with no expression.
"Oh, I'm fine."
"You look really tired. Natalie will keep Seamus entertained while I work."
"Is he dead?" Jeffrey O' Grady, the head of the Irish mafia, asked in his deep hoarse voice as he stressfully paced the loading docks.
"No. That's as far as we've gotten. But I think I know some one who could help us..." Andrew Pascoe replied to his friend as he brushed his dirty red hair out of his face.
"Well, who? We need to find Seamus soon or else the Breaux won't buy."
"His name is Anthony. He came to me yesterday. He had some pretty bad wounds. He said that Seamus himself had stabbed him through the chest. Damaged his right lung, but he'll live."
"Well then. Bring him to me."
"It's fun to stay at the YMCA, it's fun to stay at the YMCA..." Dylan woke up to the Village People blaring from the speakers.
"What the heck are you guys doing?" Dylan made her way to her small living room where she found Natalie and Seamus singing "YMCA" into Natalie's karaoke machine.
"Join in Dylan!" Seamus cheered as he did the Macarena in his wheel chair.
"I'll pass. Hey Nat, where's Alex?" Natalie dance her way over to Dylan. "What?" Natalie yelled. Dylan turned down the music with an eye roll. "Where's Alex?"
"Oh, she went to the agency. She took my car so I'm stuck here for a while. Hope you don't mind." Natalie said with a smile.
"Not at all. As long as there's no more karaoke." Natalie moon walked her way over to the karaoke machine and turned it off.
"So, what do you want to do now?" Seamus asked.
"How about TV? The "Power Puff Girls" are on!" Natalie giggled as she grabbed the remote. Dylan smiled at her friend as she made her way to the couch.
