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Episode 12 – Blessthefall
Ryan opened his cabinet and removed two mugs. He poured freshly brewed coffee into them. He then added a little creamer to each of them and then brought them to his library where Gina sat pouring over three different files. She looked up from her work as he handed her one of the mugs.
"Smells amazing," She said sniffing it before gingerly taking a sip. "French vanilla?"
"Yeah," He said taking a seat next to her. He took a sip of his coffee as he eyed the folders in front of her. "So how goes the search so far?"
"Not so good," She said with an exasperated sigh. "Needle in a haystack here." She shook her head and then took another sip of coffee. "I am extremely lost. It is worse than when we were searching for Joe."
"Yeah it seems like it," Ryan agreed.
Gina turned toward him. "So I heard that you visited Joe in prison," She said with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "that must have been nerving."
"Yeah I did," Ryan said in between sips. "Something I was trying to avoid for the longest time, but with everything that has been going on and us only hitting walls," He shrugged. "I needed to."
Gina took another sip of coffee enjoying the sweet taste and warmth. "So what did you guys talk about?" She asked wondering if he would have told her, if she didn't ask.
Ryan scratched at his small goatee and then took a long drink of coffee before beginning. "Besides his usual sarcastic nonsense about how he misses me," He said with a faraway look as he thought back to the meeting. "He told me everything." He paused and shifted in his seat.
"He first told me that Amable was more dangerous than Molly and was surprised that she had a group to follow her." He continued, "But he also told me that it was not surprising that she did. He told me that Amable was the one that set Claire and him up. That he and Lily were an item before she left him. That Amable and Joe were very close over the years."
"Did he tell you how close they actually were?" Gina asked feeling excited and anxious at the same time.
"Yeah he did," Ryan looked at her seriously. "They were roommates."
Gina's eyes bulged. "Oh wow," She said shocked. She played with a few strands of her hair deep in thought. It was a habit of hers when she was contemplating something. "Do you think he knew about Joe murdering all those women the whole time?"
"Yeah he did," Ryan said quickly. He took another sip of coffee. "He was the first student of Dr. Straus." He paused for a few moments. "And the worst."
"Damn," Gina muttered. She let go of her hair and reached for Amable's folder. "He doesn't look like that type of guy." She studied the picture carefully.
The picture was one of his last known and available since he went off the radar. He had a thin smile to go along with piercing eyes that seemed to go right through you. His hair full, yet trimmed, with a small greying goatee to go along with it.
"But I sad the same thing about Joe when I first saw his photo," Gina said as she drank the rest of her coffee. She set the mug down and gave him a concerned look. "So how are you doing?"
"Excuse me?" He asked confused with her question
"With all these terrorist style attacks that goes on," She said looking at him with care. "You seem to always be in the middle of it." She paused for a few moments. "And now with Claire in Amable's hands."
"It is what it is," He said with a small shrug.
Gina pushed her chair closer to him. "Ryan, I may not know you so well," She said with feeling. "But I do know when someone is evading the truth."
Ryan gave her a small smile. "When did you become such a sentimental?" He asked.
"Since my near death experience," She said glancing at her stomach briefly, before looking at him.
Her wounds had finally healed, but there were still massive scars from the stabbing. Her doctor gave her some steroid medicated creams to reduce the scarring, but it didn't really work. Part of her liked the scarring, which reminded her how fragile life is.
"You still didn't answer my question," Gina said trying to push him for an answer.
Ryan chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know," He said with a hesitant shrug. He didn't want to get into with her or anyone for that matter.
Gina knew he was holding back and she understood completely. From the moment she met him, she knew he wasn't one to talk. He kept everything buried, mainly because of what he experienced so far. It was a smart thing to do, because who could be trusted these days.
She was the same way, but only recently. At first, she would first open about what was bothering her, but she soon realized that most people didn't care. Plus with her work, it was hard to find the right kind of people who could be trusted, so just like Ryan, she kept things to herself.
She looked at him trying to probe the information out of him and despite every fiber in her body wanting to know the answer, she kept silent. She didn't know why exactly, but she also felt that if he really wanted to tell her, he would have. Instead she looked away from him and continued scanning through more of Amable's files.
Molly stopped the jeep a mile outside of Amable's house. She turned and looked at Amy, Tanya, and Tyler. Amy held a nervous, yet determined look, while Tyler was bracing himself for action with a disturbed and dangerous look on his face. Tanya looked scared and wanting nothing more than to turn around and head back home.
But that was not going to happen. They were here for a mission and that was to get rid of Amable. He was an infection that needed to be taken care of, by any means necessary and by any force. Extreme as it was when dealing with irrational people, like Amable and his group, they had to think outside of the box.
Molly muttered a silent prayer for each one of them before she started the car again. "Tyler," She said pulling into his driveway. "You are on."
"Good," Tyler said glancing at the grenade launcher next to him.
Amy opened her laptop and typed a code that would shut down the electricity within a square block for a few moments. When the power went out, Tyler picked up the grenade launcher and fired at the front of Amable's house.
The force of the blast shook the very ground. Fire, smoke, and pieces of the house flew in all directions. Tyler had a smug look on his face as he lowered the grenade launcher. He reached for his semi-automatic and gripped it tightly, ready for the on coming attack.
"Time do this," Molly said in a perilous tone.
Amable was in the basement with Claire, before the attack began. He paced around the table humming a cheerful song that he once heard on the radio a while back. When he finished, he looked at her with a smile on his face. "So did you like that one?" He asked with a tease.
"No," Claire softly said.
"Well I call that one," He paused for a few moments trying to recall the name of the song, but he couldn't remember. "Well I don't have a name for it, but I can promise you that it is a good song."
"I will hold you to that one," Claire said not really caring.
Amable glared at her. "In that case," He said, "I will sing another one."
Amable began to sing when there was a loud explosion that rocked the entire house. He was flung on to the table from the force. Claire took this moment to move as much as she could toward him and bit his ear, taking out a large chunk from it. Amable cried out in pain and punched her in the face. She felt everything go black from the force of the punch.
Amable didn't even second glance before he ran out of the room. He quickly made his way upstairs to see the front of the house engulfed in flames. He couldn't see through the smoke and fire, but he didn't have much of a chance, when bullets came in his direction.
He cursed in French and ran upstairs to the bedroom, searching for his family. He found Charlene with Ashley and Jacob running down to hall toward him fearfully. "Go to the panic room now," He ordered as he made his way to the library.
"Who is it?" Charlene asked as she reached for both of the kid's hands.
"I don't know," He quickly said. He reached out and touched her shoulder briefly, before looking at Jacob and Ashley. "Remember what we talked about and have practiced before many times. It is time to go to the panic room."
"Where will you be?" Jacob asked nervously.
"I am going to find Annabelle," Amable said with a smile trying to comfort them.
"I love you Daddy," Ashley said pulling herself away from Charlene. She gave him a tight hug, not wanting to let go.
Charlene pulled her away moments later and headed toward the panic room. Amable turned and entered the library. He quickly entered a code into the computers that would wipe them clean from any information about him. When that was done, he ran to the basement and fond Annabelle in the weapons room.
"Hey," She said as she loaded a semi-automatic. She looked at him as he approached her. "Who attacked us?" She tossed the weapon to him. "FBI?"
"I don't know," He shook his head. "But it wasn't the FBI. I can tell you that much."
Amable waited until Annabelle was ready with her gun, before they carefully made their way to the front of the house. Amable aimed his gun and stared through the scope trying to look through the smoke. He saw a jeep parked at the far end of their driveway. There was no one there.
Bullets came raining in his direction as he dove away. He hid behind a couch and glanced at Annabelle who was hiding behind the other in the living room. She fired in the direction of the bullets, but hit nothing.
Annabelle thought of Charlene, Ashley, and Josh and wondered if they were okay. Did they make it to the panic room? What were they thinking? Would he ever see them again?
Stop it! Amable told himself. I need to concentrate.
Amable tightened his grip on his gun as he saw movement from outside. He took a deep breath and then moved from his spot. He ran to the staircase that was blocked by a wall in the hallway covered in bullet holes. He hid behind it and scanned through the smoke through squinted eyes.
It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, but he saw what looked like a middle aged woman firing nervously toward the house. She was striking the second floor, far away from where he or Annabelle were hiding.
He aimed his gun at her and fired striking her in the midsection. He saw her fall to the ground and not get up. With a smug look on his face. He scanned the rest of the front, but didn't see anything. There was still smoke, preventing him from seeing clearly.
He turned back to Annabelle who was still shooting toward the front of the house, directly into the large hole. "It is no use," He said approaching her. "There is no one out there."
At the moment, he saw and heard a grenade land a few feet away from him. He cursed and as if in slow motion, he ran as fast as he could away from it. He dove into another hallway that led to the kitchen, but was flung roughly into the wall cracking it. When he landed, everything was blurry and muffled.
He stood up on shaky legs and reached out grabbing the wall for support. He stumbled toward the living room calling out to Annabelle. It took a few moments, but his vision cleared enough for him to see the entire living room engulfed in smoke. There were small fires in random areas, which soon looked like would get larger.
"Damn," He cursed when he couldn't see her.
He turned away from the living room and made his way to the basement praying that she had gotten out. He ignored the pain that was shooting all over his body and the blood covering half his face from a large cut. He entered the basement and stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over them in the process a few times.
First, he packed up a few guns and anything he thought he needed from the weapons room in a bag. Then he made his way to Claire and pointed a gun at her. He debated whether he was going to shoot her or not. If he couldn't have her, then no one could. But, he didn't want her death to come easy. He wanted her to be tortured. Killing her now, would not work. He lowered the gun and then approached the bed.
He unclipped her hands and then handcuffed them, before removing the rest of the restraints. She tried to protest, but he ignored her. "Move it," He gruffly said pushing her toward the door. "We are leaving."
Claire glared at him as he took her roughly by the arm. He walked her to an emergency exit that led to the garage, where his car was parked. He opened the trunk and told her to get inside. She gave him a harsh look, which led him to hitting her in the back of the head with his gun. It knocked her unconscious and she fell into his arms.
Ignoring the pain, he lifted her up and shoved her in the trunk. He taped her mouth shut and then used a large amount to tape her legs together. He then made his way to the driver's seat and turned on the car. Muttering a prayer, he hoped he would make it out alive as he drove away from the house with a screech.
Anabelle opened her eyes feeling pain all over. She groaned loudly, disoriented for a few moments, wondering why it was so dark. She soon remembered the grenade blast that sent the couch she was hiding behind on top of her. Thankfully it landed on her like a tent, which was the reason it was so dark. It was also the reason why she was alive and not cut into pieces from the grenade blast.
She ignored the pain as she pushed the couch off of her with her legs and arms. It took a few tries, but she was soon free. She looked around the destroyed living room catching her breath. She couldn't believe how it looked.
Bullet holes covered the walls, ceiling and parts of the floor. Parts of the wall that led to the kitchen and dining room were broken and burned. Patches of the ceiling had fallen on to the floor and there was a massive crack in between the broken spots, threatening to break at any second. There was a leak from a broken pipe, with water dripping to the floor a few feet from where she stood.
Glass from shattered windows covered the floor. There were bloody handprints on the floor that led from the entrance of the house to the kitchen. It faded away the further it went, until there was no blood at all.
She looked and saw her gun on the floor in the middle of a puddle. She grabbed it and checked to see how many bullets were still in the mag. She had half a round and wondered if that was going to be enough. If not, there was plenty more in the weapons room in the basement.
She took a deep breath and then cautiously made her way to the front of the house. She peered through the large hole, but saw no one. The jeep that was previously parked there was gone. She continued to scan the front, but still saw no one.
Quickly, she turned away and jumped the stairs two at a time. The ceiling was in bad shape and she wondered how sturdy the floor would be. She slowly walked toward the safe room with the gun ready for anything. Her heart pounded so loudly she could hear it.
When she made it there, she saw the door open and the room empty. She stepped inside and looked around it briefly, but the small room that barely fit five people, was completely empty. Everything that they kept in there for emergencies had been stolen as well.
As soon as she turned away from the safe, Charlene stumbled out of the room across from it toward her. She reached out to her and fell into her arms. "What happened?" She asked as she laid her gently against the wall.
"Molly," She hoarsely said in pain.
Annabelle looked at the large blood spot in her midsection. It looked as if she had been shot or stabbed. She was breathing heavily and it seemed as if she had already lost a lot of blood already.
"Damn it," Annabelle groaned. She shifted the gun to her other shoulder and took a step toward Charlene. "Where is Dad? Ashley? Jacob?"
"I don't know," Charlene shook her head. She stood up on shaky legs. "Molly was somehow able to break open the safe, but despite my best efforts." She paused and her lower lip trembled. "They took them."
"Bastards," Annabelle swore. She watched Charlene take a few steps toward the stairs. "And Dad? What about him?"
Charlene let go of the wall and looked at Annabelle. "I don't know," She said shaking her head.
The next few seconds happened so quickly, Annabelle hardly had a chance to move a muscle. She saw Charlene turn back to the staircase as a large cracking noise was heard. Her weight caused her to fall through the floor in to the living room with a gruesome thud.
Annabelle cursed again and despite the breaking floor, she jumped over the new hole and landed on the first step. She quickly made her way down to Charlene who laid awkwardly in a large puddle of her own blood. Her back was broken, one leg and one arm shattered in a few places. The wound in her midsection was larger and blood flowed evenly from it. A large cute on her head had blood oozing down her face.
She slowly turned her head to look at Annabelle through blurred vision. "Anna," She stammered.
"Shhh," Annabelle shushed her as she set her gun on the floor. She reached out and took her hand. "Don't talk. Save your strength."
Charlene ignored her. She tried to lift her head, but began choking on her own blood. Instead of talking she just stared into Annabelle's emotional eyes. She knew she was dying. She had already lost a lot of blood and now with her lack of feeling from shoulder down, she knew it was already a matter of minutes.
Annabelle knew how bad her wounds were. She knew it would be only moments until she was dead. She decided to wait by her side until she died. She leaned close and kissed her hand when she heard her breathing becoming a little haggard.
"Kill em," Charlene struggled to say.
"I will," Annabelle vowed.
"Kill em all," Charlene repeated herself as she breathed her last breath. Her body shuttered and then went limp. Her eyes closed seconds later.
Annabelle wept for her. She leaned close and kissed her on the top of the head. "I will," She vowed with determination. "I will kill them all."
Ryan stood beside his car staring with slight horror at what was left of Amable's once magnificent home. It looked as if a tornado had run through it, leaving it in shambles. The front of the house blown open, charred all over. Glass and pieces of the house laid in the front yard and driveway. A few feet from that, was a large bloodstain on the grass.
He stepped away from his car and approached Jeffrey who was talking to another Agent he didn't recognize. Jeffrey saw him and nodded toward him. When he finished with the young Agent, he turned toward Ryan with an exhausted look on his face. He sighed loudly and shook his head.
"I have no words Ryan," He said annoyed. "This has got to end."
Ryan could see the frustration clearly. He knew exactly how he was feeling and strangely it was a welcoming sight. For the longest time, he hated that Ryan always seemed to charge ahead without care for the law. He was his own law with little consequences, so to speak. Now it seemed the Jeffrey was feeling it. The situation has gone too far and too dangerous. Things needed to change.
"Well we found the house," Ryan said with an amused nod. He chuckled and looked at the house. There were Agents and Forensic officers crawling all over the place. "Finally."
Jeffrey joined in his bitter chuckle. "I really mean it," He saw seriously. "I finally understand how you feel." He took a step toward him. "I finally see it." He pointed toward the house. "We have been searching for this for a long time now and when we do find it, someone else got to it before." He lowered his voice. "I can't take any more of this."
"I know who did this," He said confidently.
"You do?" Jeffrey gave him an unsure look. "Who?"
"Molly," Ryan simply answered.
"Molly?" He asked no believing him. "How can you be certain?"
Ryan looked at him noting the look Jeffrey was giving him. "I am certain of it," He said strongly. "After what Joe told me about the both of them, I can seriously see Molly as being the culprit here."
"If what you are saying is true," Jeffrey began, "And I mean relying on Joe's word of mouth." He shook his head. "I had no idea that Molly had such resources available to her."
"Apparently she does," Ryan said running a hand through his thin hair.
"Well regardless," Jeffrey said looking at the house once again for a few moments. "As I previously mentioned, things need to change." He looked at Ryan with determination. "I can't stand staying in second place anymore."
Ryan gave him a surprised look. "It sounds like you are almost talking about going rogue?" He asked.
Jeffrey shook his head "Not in the slightest." He crossed his arms over his chest. "But I am thinking about beginning to overlook a few things."
Ryan and Jeffrey slowly made their way to the house. They discussed more about the scene as they grew closer. They discussed what they had thought what happened here. The destruction was much worse inside, then outside. They had hardly made a few steps inside when a forensics officer approached them.
"So we are still searching through this mess here," He said in an excited tone. "But the most important thing you guys need to see is in the basement."
Ryan studied the overly giddy looking man for a few minutes before following Jeffrey through the kitchen. The grenade blast had thrown the fridge on its side with its contents spilled all over the floor. The sink was broken with a large puddle in front of it on the floor as well as on the counters.
The basement was far cleaner looking than the rest of the house mainly because it was below the blast. A few pictures hanging on the walls had fallen on the floor. There were blood spots leading from the stairs to a room on the far left of the hall.
Ryan walked past a few forensic officers following the blood spots to the room. Inside, he found Mike and Max looking through the assorted weapons displayed messily throughout the room. It seemed as if someone came and threw things around. Guns and knives were on the floor as well as open boxes and bags of different types of bullet shells.
Max turned toward Ryan as he approached. She gave him a welcoming and relieved smile. "Some kind of crazy," She said happy that he was here.
"Yeah," Ryan simply said as he walked around the small, yet brightly lit room.
Along the walls hung an assortment of weapons ranging from handguns to grenade launchers. Half of one of the walls hung different types of hunting knives. In the middle of the room was a long table cluttered with many different types of guns and bullets.
"Dangerously beautiful," Mike said to Ryan who approached him. He kept his eyes glued on a large and dangerous looking Smith and Weston. He reached out to touch it, but paused and lowered his hand deciding against it at the last second.
"This is a crazy find," Jeffrey said in awe as he walked through the room studying the weapons intently.
"This is nothing compared to the other rooms across the hall," The young forensic officer who first brought them down here told them with similar childlike excitement.
Ryan turned away and made his way to the very rooms. All were unlocked and crawling with forensic officers. The rooms all resembled one that belonged in some sort of horror movie. Some still had blood spots on the floor. All of them had a similar set up. Table in the middle with restraints attached for the victim. On all the walls were assorted tools used for torture.
Ryan entered the room closest to him and approached the tables. He noticed a single strand of hair stuck in the neck brace. Using a latex glove, he grabbed the hair and studied it. The hair was a brunette color and seemed to be about shoulder length.
"Oh no," He said in horror as images of Claire from the video he saw with Carrie came to his mind. "Claire."
He didn't want to believe it was hers. It couldn't be. It had to belong to someone else. If it did, then whose hair was it? Since all the rooms had the same layout, Claire could have been in any of them
Ryan turned to leave, when he approached the desk in the corner of the room. He opened each of the drawers searching through them. At first he saw nothing out of the ordinary. There were papers, miscellaneous tools and an assortment of odd unused items. The last drawer though had a familiar looking necklace.
"Oh no," He said as feel of dread grew in him.
He grabbed the necklace and inspected it. It was a birthday present he had bought for her a few years back. He now realized that Claire indeed was in this room at some point, but who knew where she was now. Once again, despite the massive find by the FBI, he still felt lost as if he had not gained anything at all.
Molly eyed her family standing before her teary eyed. Tyler to her left, was staring off into space intently as he held the glass of champagne. Tanya, to her right, had finally stopped crying, mainly because she couldn't cry anymore. She stared at the floor sadly, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball alone far away from everyone.
Casualties were going to happen. It could occur at any time and at any place. In just mere seconds, anything could happen especially when fighting for her life. One casualty was far too many than she wanted, but at the same time it was also a good thing when dealing with an opponent like Amable. There could have been more casualties.
She looked at her champagne bubbling in her glass and then back at her family for a few moments. She was trying to find the right words to say for this moment. Were there any? What was the right thing to say? Simple words couldn't bring Amy back.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before beginning. "I can't begin by saying that things will be better. That things won't hurt." She paused and shook her head sadly. "But what happened, happened and there is no going back." She looked at Tanya who was still looking at the floor. "We lost someone very dear to us today. She will never be forgotten."
She paused for a few moments trying to decide what to say next. After a few moments of silence, she finally came up with something.
"I met Amy years ago in Los Vegas," Molly began. "She and I were on going to see a show and were waiting in line together. We were both drunk and she was telling me about her workaholic husband. She wanted to have a baby, but was having a hard time, because her husband was never around. Knowing how that felt from previous relationships, I managed to somehow get him to change his schedule more toward her liking. A little over a year later, our dear Tanya was born. From that moment onward, I was always close with her. She was like a sister to me." Molly lifted her glass. "I love you Amy and you will never be forgotten."
She looked at Tyler and Tanya and asked them if they wanted to say anything, but both shook their heads. Instead, they clinked their glasses of champagne together and then drank for their lost family member in silence.
It was nearly two in the morning and Mike couldn't sleep. He was beyond tired, yet his mind wouldn't shut off. His thoughts were on Mark. It was now known that Mark was staying at Amable's house for quite some time, but he didn't know where he was now. Was he with Amable or on his own? What was his relationship with Amable and why was he there in the first place?
He wanted nothing more for this case to be over. It was too tiring to go to sleep and wake every morning pondering the same thoughts about the case. Thoughts that were just going in endless circles. Just like the house, which at first proved to be a great find, soon was not. Just like many times in the past, the FBI came too late.
The weapons were taken by the FBI and would be studied, but eventually would just fall into the already large arsenal of weapons they had. The tools in the torture rooms was a totally different story. They were currently being studied for fingerprints, which could trace back to how many and who were the victims in the rooms. It would take a while, but there was a lot of information in those rooms.
Amable, smartly, wiped his computers free. This not only destroyed all evidence, but also deleted any form of information about him from cameras to video surveillance. He had everything hooked up to his computer.
Mike yawned and turned on to his stomach. He glanced at Max who was fast asleep next to him. Her hair glowed beautifully in the moonlight and her skin had an angelic shade to it. She looked amazing and he was falling even more in love with her just by looking at her. He leaned closed and kissed her forehead. She seemed to smile in her sleep and then move to snuggle against him.
He tried to fall asleep as he felt the warmth of her body against his, but he couldn't. As tired as he was, his brain wouldn't shut off. It was racing a mile a minute, preventing him from relaxing. He yawned again and thought about his dad.
He didn't want to think of, it but he began to replay every incident that angered him with Lily. It began with all her fake smiles and smirks as well as snappy comebacks. Soon the image of Mark holding a knife against his dad appeared. He felt himself wince as he heard his dad choking on his own blood as he slit his throat. He could hear Lily's warning about how many surprises she had for them. Her warning them to watch their back.
Damn you Lily. Damn you Mark.
Mike felt his eyes well up as he saw his father's death repeatedly in his mind. Even though he killed Lily, it hardly helped him. Luke was dead. Killed by Max. Now it was Mark's turn to die and he wanted to be the one to kill him. Forget the law. Forget the FBI. He didn't care. He wanted Mark dead, more than anything in the world. But where would Mark be staying now? There could be many places and it could take forever for him to find them.
He went over all the information he had on where mark could be, but he had very little. In fact there was only one place he could think of. Lily's mansion. That was the best place to check first. There was a slim, yet good chance that he was there.
Mike told himself that he would go with Max later, but that didn't help him sleep. He was too wired now and knew that if he didn't go now, he would never get any sleep. He slid out of Max's embrace as carefully as he could trying not to wake her. She was fast asleep and didn't notice him get out of bed.
He got dressed as quietly as he could and then grabbed his gun. He made sure it was loaded, before taking a few extra rounds. He left his house and drove eagerly to Lily's mansion. During the whole drive, he thought about if Mark was there, how it would feel to kill him. If he did kill him, all of Lily's important family would be gone. None of them would be a threat anymore, which was a big maybe though.
It took a few hours, but Mike finally made it to her place. He parked his car a mile away and then quickly and cunningly made his way through the woods that led to her place. With every step, a tingling sensation of excitement grew within him. It led him to quicken his pace.
He soon made it there and saw a car parked in the driveway. He stepped over the yellow caution tape and took out his gun. He cautiously approached the front of the house and checked the front door. To his surprise it was unlocked. He opened it and right away saw an Agent on the floor with multiple bullet wounds to the chest. A large puddle of blood was on the floor beside him.
Mike kneeled beside him and checked for a pulse, but didn't find any. He cursed and then stood up. He heard someone talking from inside the kitchen, so he slowly made his way there. To his amazement, he saw Mark sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. There were two other place settings, but no one sitting by them. It looked like Mark was talking to his dead brother and mother as if they were alive.
Mike licked his lips and tightened his grip on his gun. He entered the kitchen just as Mark turned toward him. "I have finally found you," He said with a growl as Mark looked at him wide eyed with fear and surprise. "You bastard."
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