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Chapter 6

Tossed Cookies

Meanwhile... back in NewYork

A man that was fitting the description of Taylor Brendon was walking to Annette's room. He was there for a late dinner, when he ran into the service man.

"Ah, yes, did you give Annette my message?" he asked

The evil man grinned, and lied right through his fake, plastic teeth. "Yes sir, but she was in such a hurry... I'm not sure what the problem was... but she sure was in a hurry to get out of the hotel."

Taylor gave him a funny look.

Flashback to days before Annette received the letter

Kathryn and the evil service man were meeting together in what looked like a high, up-scale Barns & Noble. She was wearing a very noticable detective outfit, that made every move she made look like it was apart of some elaborate scheme. She was sitting at two-seater table, sipping some coffee when an old man sat across from her.

"Do you have my demands?" The man asked

Kathryn frowned, "What, No hello?"

The man looked at her with disguist. "Your lucky im doing this. I should turn you into the police-"

"And I could do the exact same thing to you..." Kathryn threatend. "Now I'm only going to ask you this once, and then im gonna get testy... are you going to go on with this or not?"

"Well ofcourse... we're talking about a lot of money here."

Kathryn looked around as she slipped him a very heavy looking book that read The Bible across the top. He opened it and saw that it was hollowed out, with one-hundered dollar bills in there, all equaling to over, or close to, $500,000,.

"It's done... I'll lie for you."

"And the cameras? In the hotel?" Kathryn asked demandingly.

"Absolutely."

Taylor got the room to see that dinner was cold. He was saddened by this. It was obviouse that this had been left here for hours. He saw a note. He read over it, it basicley said that she'd be gone for a few days for some family issues. She said she'd be back in a few days.

He threw the note down, pissed off at himself. He wanted to see her. It had been over a week. He was also worried that she wasn't taking their relationship seriously. He loved her very much... even though they had been dating for only a few months. He wasn't sure if she felt the same way. I mean, she had told him all about Sebastain, and how close and complicated their time together was. Now that Taylor was her first relationship since the incident that was Kathryn. She destroyed everything. No, he would'nt know the pain, but he would know that she needed someone right now. Did he think this would last? No, he didn't. He knew how much he loved her, however, he knew that she didn't love him. All he could do is sit back and wait for the day where one little fight ends everything. Until that day, he would just have to lay there and pretend that she feels the same way.

Taylor Brendon had not been born into money. His father made his fortune when he was about 10-years old. He died when Taylor was only 16, and since then, his mother and step-mother had formed together to create one big business, which made them very popular and very rich. However, before the wealth, they weren't very sucessful, they were a middle class family, living in Zeeland, Michigan, and not doing too well. Theyre house was about to fall through when his father invested in some kind of stock and made a fortune off of that, then he came up with a great clothing line, which launched everyone and did, and is still doing, very well.

L.A.

The Taxi Driver pulled up along the side of a cheap hotel, with a very expensive car in the lot. Kathryn woke Annette and payed the man. They stepped out of the car and walked into the lobby. As soon as the man took off they left the lobby, and Kathryn hot-wired the expensive looking car. Annette sat in the passengers seat and waited their calmley. Kathryn, surprisingly, hot-wired the car successfuly. They pulled out and started driving.

"Okay", Kathryn started, "Here's what's gonna happen, you will come to the house with me, help me cover up anything that might have shown that I had anything to do with his "suicide", and then we actualy do make it look like a suicide, and you get to leave, sound good?"

"Like a bad dream..." She replied sadley.