uh... i know i said that i won't be updating that much anymore. but i'll finish these fics very soon. or else i won't be able to do so anymore. i've already finished this one on my microsoft word... thanks for reading this fic and the others! please review and tell me what you think. thnks

Chapter 13: High Risk

"Somehow, I think I know the killer." Stacy said to John. They were already inside Stacy's hotel room.

"Huh?" John asked her.

"I think… I think it's Andrew." She sighed exasperatedly.

"You mean Test?" John asked again, trying to be sure that he heard her right.

"Yes." Stacy answered a matter-of-factly.

"But, how sure are you? Test isn't from Connecticut. What about the other killer?" John told her.

"I know he isn't. But what if the other one is?And that confuses me. George Caldwell described the killer almost just as tall as Randy and his body built just like yours." Stacy studied John's body for a while. 'I didn't realize he's so sexy.' She said inside her mind and felt like slapping herself on what she had just thought.

"Stacy?" John said snapping his fingers in front of her to get her attention.

"Huh?" she said when she was finally back to reality.

"What else makes you think Test is the killer?" John repeated his question. 'God! She's so pretty when she's startled.' John thought to himself and smiled.

"Well, remember this?" Stacy asked him as she showed him the necklace they had found earlier.

"The necklace?" John asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I gave Andrew a necklace that looks just like this on our anniversary when we were still a couple." Stacy admitted.

"But what if it's just similar to what you gave him?" John asked her.

"But what if this is really the necklace I gave him?" Stacy contradicted. "Ever since the old man told us something about the killer, Andrew's face is always pushed into view in my mind!" Stacy continued.

"It's a possibility Stace. But how do we know if he really is the killer?" John asked her as he thought on about what they were talking.

"There's just one thing to do…" Stacy said, determination on her pained face.

"Stace?" John asked, half in warning and half in curiosity.

"I need to see him." Stacy stated and looked John in the eyes.

"Stace! I won't let you! That's high risk!" John exclaimed. Knocking the chair to the floor as he got up.

"But that's the only way!" Stacy argued.

"No!" John said firmly.

"John! Do you want to solve this case or not?" Stacy told him as she got up from her chair to face him.

"Of course I do!" John answered.

"Then let me see Andrew! It's the only way!" she said and John had no choice butt to agree to her plan.

"Alright, but I'll be there to watch over you. I don't want something bad to happen to you." John said and stroked her cheek slightly with his thumb. Stacy blushed with his endearment.

"Thanks John." She just replied and smiled shyly at him before letting John took her into a comforting hug.

"Stace… You mean so much to me that I don't want something to happen to you." John whispered to her ear.