A/N: I know it's been a while since I last updated, but I've been busy with New Year's stuff, and yesterday I pretty much stayed in bed reading all day. Anyway, enjoy the next chapter!
Amy caught a glimpse of the man who resembled the Man in Black pull something out of his jacket. Her immediate thought was, oh my god, he has a gun, duck! So she did. But as the man approached the table, he did not shoot. In fact, he did not have a gun in his hand at all. It was a note. He slapped it on the table, and in the shocked silence of the frozen crowd, it made a heavy, loud bang, resembling a gunshot. None of the people in the room besides Amy, Dan, Ian, and Nellie could see what was actually happening, so the crowd let out a huge gasp and a few people even screamed. But, when the man turned around and everyone saw that he did not, in fact, have a gun, the whole room was relieved in a great sigh.
Amy emerged from under the table, where she had taken cover. She picked up the note and read what it said aloud quietly:
To whom it may concern:
We, the Madrigals, have stolen your 39th clue. How, you may ask? We have our resources. The only thing we will tell you is that it has to do with Hamilton Holt. Come to the alley outside the LAX airport in Los Angeles for more details on how you can retrieve your clue. We are aware that you are in a group, but only one of you can come. ~M~
P.S: This letter will self destruct in 24 hours.
Amy was so confused. What did this have to do with Hamilton Holt? And why did they have to go all the way back across the country to meet someone who was already here? And why was the message going to self-destruct? Was the man the Man In Black? He was obviously a Madrigal, for how would he have a message from the Madrigals if he wasn't?
The next two hours of meeting people and signing their books and photographs was extra boring, and Amy's mind wasn't really there. She was thinking. The Man In Black? Where did he come from? Why was he here? Why was Amy's life so abnormal ever since the funeral? The funeral. Grace. Amy touched her necklace. How long had it been now? Almost three years.
After the book signing, they got on a plane to go back to California, to make it easier, LAX airport. They stayed in a nice hotel right next to it, in the penthouse suite, as they were frequent users of the hotel. Amy flopped down on one of the beds to rest.
"So, who's going to go down there?" asked Dan. "The note said only one of us can.
"You're forgetting. Our hotel is one side of the alley, and we're in the penthouse suite, which takes up the whole top floor. Whoever goes can take a microphone so that the rest of us that are up here can hear what the Madrigal says. You should also have an earpiece so we can help you with what to say, so it's like we're all there."
I know this isn't the best place to stop, but I couldn't get to a good stopping point. Anyways, REVIEW!!!! Erm, please.