Chapter 15

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"Thank god, look," Liberty said pointing as they walked into the hospital.

"What?" JT asked.

"There's Spike and Snake,"

"I don't think we're supposed to call him that-"

"JT, shut up." Liberty said and ran over to them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Simpson!" Liberty called and shot a look at JT.

"Hi Liberty, JT," Spike said with a smile.

"Emma's gone…we tried to stop them…Jordan has her…gone…gone…" JT and Liberty's words all jumbled together in a sentence.

"What about Jordan?" Spike asked, confused.

"He's Simpson's replacement, he's been all up in Emma and that's why she's been ditching. He took her after school today, we don't know where…Manny and Jay are looking all over town at all the hotels, we just got off the phone with them," JT said.

"I knew I should have looked into the files," Snake said and hurried out of the hospital.

"Come on you guys," Spike said and led JT and Liberty outside to their car.

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"Get away from me!" Emma screamed as Jordan led her into a hotel, a very familiar hotel.

Jordan smacked her butt hard, "Do you want the whole world to hear you sounding like a two year old?" he asked as they stepped inside of the hotel Emma recognized from her last encounter with Jordan.

"My notebook! I dropped it," she said looking behind her only to see her pink notebook lying on the pavement in the parking lot.

"Forget it," Jordan muttered in her ear.

"Hi, reservations for Parkinson," Jordan said with a smile to the lady at the main desk.

Parkinson?

"Enjoy your stay Robert," the woman said and handed him a key, "and here's a key for your lady friend," she said and handed Emma a small paper envelope with a plastic key tucked inside.

"Is that your real name, Robert Parkinson?" Emma asked as they got on the elevator, she was inching as far away as possible.

Jordan simply nodded and pressed his floor number, "Can't wait until we get up there," he said, sliding his arm around her waist.

Emma tried breaking free but it didn't work, he pulled her closer and sniffed her hair.

"Raspberries and vanilla, great scent,"

Emma sucked in a deep breath.

This was gonna be a long day.

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"We've checked ten hotels, she's nowhere!" Manny exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.
Jay's cell phone rang, "Yo?" he answered, "No…nothing yet…we're still looking…Mandarins Inn…okay…no, we will check there…we're going as fast as we-…yes…alright…alright we're going now…thank you…bye." Jordan shut his cell phone.

"He wants us to check at the Bartley Valley,"

"That's where he was last time," Manny said.

"We really better check then," Jay said and climbed into the passenger seat of the Mercedes.

Manny turned her key in the ignition and drove off.

"You think she's there?" Jay asked.

"Probably," Manny said, trying to remember where the hotel was.

"Turn here," Jay said.

"You know?"

Jay nodded, "I've been there before,"

Manny nodded and turned the corner, within two minutes, they were there.

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"Any luck?" JT asked as Snake left yet another hotel.

"Nothing yet," Snake said and climbed in the front seat.

"This is hopeless," Liberty sighed and leaned her head back.

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"They're here," Jay said a smile in his voice.

"How do you know?" Manny asked turning around.

Jay held up a hot pink notebook that had EMMA NELSON written in black Sharpie with all of her friend's signatures around it.

"Come on!" Manny said and ran into the hotel.

"We need to see if Jordan Newpeak has checked in?" Manny questioned the woman in the main lobby.

"I'm sorry ma'am, nobody of that name,"

"Shit," Jay muttered, "Look we found this notebook we know they're here," Jay said, holding up the notebook.

"Some guy in his mid thirties with a sixteen year old girl probably with a doe eyed Bambi expression on her face, she's tall and blonde," Manny said.

"I can't give out information on our guests," the receptionist replied.

"That means they're here!" Jay exclaimed, "We just need their room number,"

"I'm sorry sir, we can't give out that type of information,"

"Damn it lady! We need the information!" Manny exclaimed.

Jay stared at her with disbelief, he never saw Manuela Santos yell.

"Please?!"

The receptionist shook her head "I'm sor-"

"Don't even say it," Jay said, holding up his hands to stop her, "We just really need that room number,"

The receptionist shook her head again.

Manny rolled her eyes, and then her eyes widened in horror, "Oh my god! He's throwing a bloody body in the pool! Look!" she exclaimed, "No better yet, run, run!" she yelled.
The receptionist didn't even look, she grabbed a first aid kit and went running, "I'm coming hold tight!"

Manny laughed and stuck out her tongue, "Sucker," she said in a way that made it sound like sucka.

She snuck to where the woman had been seated and scrolled through the computer, she looked at every floor for names.

"Manny, it's not going to work," Jay said, "Obviously Jordan Newpeak isn't his name,"

"We've got to find them!" Manny exclaimed.

"This hotel has over 500 rooms, we can't go on each floor and bang on the door asking for her,"

"Try Emma's cell," Manny said.

Jay grabbed his cell phone and punched in Emma's number.

"Hey, it's Emma…sorry you missed me now you gotta kiss me! Ha-ha, just leave me a message and I'll call you later…if you're lucky,"

"Answering machine," Jay said, snapping the flip phone shut.

"Here comes the Bride of Chucky," Manny said as she heard the receptionist running back to them yelling about the boy who cried wolf.

"Do you guys need their number that bad?" she asked as she neared her desk.

The two nodded.

"Alright, a guy in his mid thirties and a sixteen year old female?" she asked.

The two nodded again.

"Alright…" the woman said, obviously thinking of everyone who checked in today, "Got it," she typed in a name and found the room, "Robert Parkinson, room 411,"

Jay and Manny shot each other worrying glances and then thanked her and ran to the elevator.

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"Stop," Emma said, trying to him off.

"Stop," she said again.

"STOP!" she yelled.

He reached into a duffle bag, still on top of her and pulled out gray duct tape.

"Should I put this around your arms and legs too?" he asked, covering up her mouth.

Oh god…oh god…shit! He was planning this? How else would a freakin' duffle bag be here?

Emma glanced over at her ripped jeans lying in a heap on the floor and gulped worriedly.

He propped her up, duct taping her arms together, winding the tape around five times.

He got to her ankles and wrapped them together four times.

Emma leaned back, her eyes closing in horror.

"That a girl," he said, as he slowly pulled off her tank top.

Shit.

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R&R! Lotsa love, degrassichick92

P.S. Next chapter is the final chapter of Unpredictably Predictable.