"Yes." Stu said, "You'll cry because he's not really dead...but you pull a gun on me!"
Looking up at her, the ghost of a grin faded from his face, "Sorry..."
"Where is he?" she asked, stricken.
"He's at our place. In California. We were both going to come, but he thought it better that I do this on my own."
"How could he do this to me?" said Sidney, "He left me... I thought he was dead... And he sent you instead."
"I said he should come too, but he didn't agree." Stu said shaking his head. He got up and untied Sidney's hands.
Sidney reached up immediately to her head and touched her head. It was bleeding. She stood up shakily and sat back down again.
"Take me to him."
"No."
Sidney looked at Stu. His eyes looked like gaping black holes in his face. He glanced up from the floor and grinned. Sidney jumped up from the chair, ignoring the stars dancing in front of her eyes.
"What's wrong now?" Stu asked.
Sidney shook her head...bad idea. She'd felt a chill...something that she hadn't felt since that night. The Stu from that night had been there, lurking behind those eyes. He had to be lying.
"If you won't take me to Randy, then I'm gonna call the cops." she said forcefully.
"Don't be stupid."
"I'm not being stupid. I'm being serious."
Stu stared at her coldly, her expression matching his. Then he started nodding.
"Ok. Pack a bag."
Author's Note: - Sorry this is such a short chapter! I'll add more, but I wanna keep it "suspenseful"!!