Note:
This might get a bit confusing so I'll give you this  (Stephanie Carla) & (Ellen Lisa)

A Hidden Past
Chapter Two - Back to the Past

What should I do? I paced around the room frantically. I stopped dead in my tracks. Lisa and I aren't the only victims here; there are other people in the picture. There are six other victims, all my friends, all part of my secret past. The phone rang and I jumped.

"H-hello?" I was nervous. I couldn't stop shaking.

"Carla?" My heart skipped a beat. Who is this woman and how does she know my name? Then, recognition hit me.

"Omigod! Mischa!"

"Lisa's dead! Then I came home to find a rose, a note, and-"

"and a photo of us with Lisa crossed off," I finished for her. "It happened to you too?"

"It happened to all of us! We're going to meet at home tomorrow at noon.

"OK. Be careful, Mischa."

"You too."

(Next morning at 8 o'clock)
I was driving out of town when I suddenly remembered Vinnie, and my family. I called Vinnie.

"Hello?"

"Stephanie? Why the hell are you calling me? You should be coming in and getting your FTAs!"

"Uhh, actually, I'm going out of town for a few days."

"WHAT? Ranger is gone, I need you! I gave you a job and this is how you pay me back?"

"Calm down, Tank is taking all of Ranger's FTAs. You can give mines to Joyce or Lula. They'll be glad to take it." Vinnie started swearing in Italian and I hung up before he could say anything else. Then, I called my house.

"Hello?"

"Hey, mom."

"Ms Stephanie Plum! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in days; have you ever stop to think that I might be worried about you? And what's this I hear about Joe leaving? You two still haven't gotten back together yet? Why can't you just stick to your engagement? Why can't you just quit your stupid job and settle down? Oh, why me?"

"Mom, I've been working. I was too busy to have time to see or call you. I've thought about it but I always forget. And Joe is leaving to investigate this case; it has nothing to do with me. Anyways, why should I get engaged when I'm not happy with it? I am not going to quit my job and it's not stupid." I take a long breath and sighed, "Mom, I'm leaving town for a while, you won't be seeing me anytime soon."

"WHAT! I have been worried sick about you hoping you'd call and when you do, you're telling me you're leaving town and I won't be seeing you? You might as well not call then!"

I wish I hadn't, I thought silently.

"Why are you leaving and when will you be back?"

"I'm leaving because my friends are in trouble and they need my help. I don't know when I'll be back." Then, just to get her off the phone, I said, "Mom, I'm going into a tunnel now, there's no reception in there, so bye!" And I hung up.

When I got to the border of Trenton, I swung the car into the forest and got out. I walked for about 10 minutes when I saw it. My car, the one that no one knew about (except for my friends of course). A brand new gleaming black Ferrari (it's not brand new, but it looks like it is). Like Ranger's car, my Ferrari has a GPS tracking system so I know where my friends were, sensors so I'll know if anybody tampered with my car, and an alarm system.

(At New York City)
I turned on the radio and switched to the news station.

"Another body was found in front of the police station. Like Ellen Barron, she was in a coffin and was in her thirties. Her name is Michelle Dale and she died from suicide. Michelle Dale had slit her wrist and bled to death…"

Oh no! Michelle Dale… but that's Mischa! She can't… but that's not… Tears started forming in my eyes. I tried to fight it back but it still trickled down my cheek.

I parked in front of 'home' and walked up to the porch. This so called home was where my friends and I stayed for 3 years. It was equipped with a state-of-the-art alarm system. The house was three floors; the second and third floor had 5 bedrooms. Each bedroom had its own bathroom, so everything else was basically on the first floor. I opened the glove compartment and took out my wallet and ID.

Alright, I thought, I'm Carla Merido, 30 years old, born on February 12, 1975. And then, I entered the house.

(A Ferrari is an Italian car; it's listed under the most expensive cars in the world)