A/N: I. . . have, just. . . decided. I am. . .an Ent. Nah, I've just decided, that although I don't have a plan for another Secret Window story at the present moment in time, I don't wanna leave this one where it ends. So there is a great possibility, of there being 4 stories. Just to let ya know.
Chapter Eleven: The plan
As soon as Icing stepped into the cool LA police department she knew there was no hope, she didn't have to see the two bodies to know they were her brother and sister. Harley came in with her and they spent mere seconds in the room before Icing had to be shown out. She picked up the phone to phone her mother, on the cruise, to tell her, but put the receiver back.
"Do you want me to do it?" Harley says, behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder. Icing shook her head and lifted the phone once more, but again put it down.
"Just give me a minute," she says.
Clementine is sitting out on the porch, reading a book, in a cute white skirt and pale pink top, sunglasses perched on her nose. Mort comes out of the house and onto the porch, carrying his laptop.
"That girl you were interested in, they've identified her," says Mort, sitting down and opening his laptop.
"Oh?" Clementine asks, looking up from her book.
"Cedar, something, I can't remember her last name, I just remember the first because it's an unusual one."
"Pretty. Its such a shame, her mom must be going through hell," Clementine says. Mort doesn't reply, but opens his saved story, and begins to type.
In the end Harley phoned Mrs. Hales and she said she would get a helicopter to land on the cruise ship and take her to the nearest island with an airport, and get the first plane she could out to Hollywood, but it would take a couple of days. In the meantime, she said to her niece between tears, stay strong, and be observant.
The police wanted to question Icing and Harley. They both sat in an interview room like suspects.
"Sorry about the location, but this is the place for this. You're not suspects, or anything like that at all, we just need to ask you a few things." Harley nodded her head to signify that she understood. "This second, tragedy," the interviewer chose their word carefully. "Now implies that this isn't a one off murder and that there is someone out there, after you, as a family group. What we're going to do is keep you together, and, after talking to the Arizona police, we're going to fly Phoneix out here, and we'll carry on with the investigation in Los Angeles."
"Will Levi come out here too?" asks Harley.
"Yes."
"I don't want her to be on her own."
"She'll come too. We're going to put you in a supervised house, in Los Angeles, where there will be a police officer around the clock, to ensure your safety, while the investigation continues. In two days, we'll have everything concerning the murders of Barkley and Venice Hales, and Levi Andrews, in the Los Angeles office so the investigation can be as contained as possible, and not spread out. In two days we'll take you to the house, by that time Phoniex will be here. Is that fine with you?"
"Yes, that's fine," Harley says, Icing only manages a nod.
Back in Arizona, Phoenix was being told the same thing. That he'd be travelling to Los Angeles in two days when everything's sorted out to stay with Harley and Icing where the police could keep an eye on them. But for now, they wanted him to start packing everything that was at the hotel room, ready to go.
Two days came, and Phoenix did not arrive in Los Angeles with everything else.