Everybody looked up at Amanda alarm covering their faces. Mark put a comforting hand on her arm.
"I'll drive you home." He stated. Knowing her friend would not take no for an answer, Amanda mutely nodded and allowed him to guide her out of the room. As they left, Steve called Cheryl while Jesse looked closely at the Scrabble baord. He picked up all of the pieces and his eyes finally settled on the bottle of shampoo. Ignoring his best friend who was talking very loudly into the phone he turned it around in his hands reading the label.
"Thanks, Cheryl. Still nothing on what happened to my credit cards? Okay. Okay. Bye." Steve hung up the phone and turned to stare at his young friend, who was sniffing a little bottle of shampoo. If the situation had been different he would have laughed, but he did indulge in a smile.
"What are you doing?" He asked. Jesse looked up.
"This was with the scrabble piece. It's from the Hilton hotel." He paused, "It smells like lilacs." Steve glanced warily at him.
"And that's how you know it's from the Hilton?" Jesse smiled. He was nervous, scared. He hid it below the jokes.
"Nope, It says so right there." He pointed to the name of the hotel on the label. Steve sighed. If they went they would be playing right into this person's hands, but on the other hand what else do they have. CJ and Dion were on the line.
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She had left the boys alone. They had food and water and no way to escape. It was okay. She had watched Amanda and Mark leave. He was practically holding her up. She had laughed at that. It was all so familiar. She pushed down the memory. They had found the other game piece and would be moving on to the next round. She would win. She always did. Now she was outside the room where she had left the last piece. Steve was smiling with the other man ……Jesse. She was now angry. She had to leave……to calm down…..to remind herself that when the last move was made he would stop smiling.
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Mark Sloan walked into the Hilton with his son. He had left Amanda with Jesse. She needed someone right now they all knew it. He followed his son up to the desk. Steve nodded to the clerk.
"I'm Dectective Steve Sloan. I k…" The clerk cut him off smiling.
"Ah, Dectective. Your room is ready. Room 118. This must be your father, Mark Sloan. Your secretary said that you would both be staying.." Steve shared a glance with his father, and turned to go up to the room. Mark stayed an
"I'll drive you home." He stated. Knowing her friend would not take no for an answer, Amanda mutely nodded and allowed him to guide her out of the room. As they left, Steve called Cheryl while Jesse looked closely at the Scrabble baord. He picked up all of the pieces and his eyes finally settled on the bottle of shampoo. Ignoring his best friend who was talking very loudly into the phone he turned it around in his hands reading the label.
"Thanks, Cheryl. Still nothing on what happened to my credit cards? Okay. Okay. Bye." Steve hung up the phone and turned to stare at his young friend, who was sniffing a little bottle of shampoo. If the situation had been different he would have laughed, but he did indulge in a smile.
"What are you doing?" He asked. Jesse looked up.
"This was with the scrabble piece. It's from the Hilton hotel." He paused, "It smells like lilacs." Steve glanced warily at him.
"And that's how you know it's from the Hilton?" Jesse smiled. He was nervous, scared. He hid it below the jokes.
"Nope, It says so right there." He pointed to the name of the hotel on the label. Steve sighed. If they went they would be playing right into this person's hands, but on the other hand what else do they have. CJ and Dion were on the line.
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She had left the boys alone. They had food and water and no way to escape. It was okay. She had watched Amanda and Mark leave. He was practically holding her up. She had laughed at that. It was all so familiar. She pushed down the memory. They had found the other game piece and would be moving on to the next round. She would win. She always did. Now she was outside the room where she had left the last piece. Steve was smiling with the other man ……Jesse. She was now angry. She had to leave……to calm down…..to remind herself that when the last move was made he would stop smiling.
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Mark Sloan walked into the Hilton with his son. He had left Amanda with Jesse. She needed someone right now they all knew it. He followed his son up to the desk. Steve nodded to the clerk.
"I'm Dectective Steve Sloan. I k…" The clerk cut him off smiling.
"Ah, Dectective. Your room is ready. Room 118. This must be your father, Mark Sloan. Your secretary said that you would both be staying.." Steve shared a glance with his father, and turned to go up to the room. Mark stayed an