Two Whales Dinner, Arcadia Bay Oregon, October 9th, 2013, 9:16 AM
James had biked all the way down to the coast and made a stop at the dinner to catch his breath. He noticed Price's old beat up pickup truck parked in the front and over off to the side was Frank Bowers old RV "I'd Recognize that shitbox anywhere" he thought to himself as he parked the bike along the left wall of the building. As James had already guessed Chloe Price was standing out in the parking lot by the RV no doubt to pay off Frank, or so James thought.
"Don't let my epic plan get in the way of yours. I'll try to scrounge up a Scooby snack to distract his mangy mutt..." Price said to whoever she was talking to, referencing Franks Pitbull Pompidou, then walked towards the dinner was. Rachel Amber? No, it couldn't have been, she was missing but James would have recognized that red plaid jacket from anywhere. James blinked once or twice before reality set in, in actual fact. It was none other than Max Caulfield yet again, but why was she wearing Rachel's clothes? James brushed aside the thought as he decided to walk over to the RV.
Price was trying to force the door open with sheer brute force alone
"What the actual hell are you doing Price?" James asked once he saw what she was attempting to do, "What does it look like Sherlock? I'm trying to get this fucking door open care to help me?"
James shook his head "maybe. I have some quick business to attend to first. Indulge me for a moment" James asked, "Why is Maxine wearing a Rachel Amber Halloween costume?" Price stood away from the door and turned to face Makintosh eye to eye
"Okay one. Max, never Maxine, and two. Her clothes were still wet from last night and that's all I had in my room." She explained before turning her attention back to the RV door.
"Whatever Price, good luck breaking into that RV... I'll be right back" James said before walking off into the Dinner.
Like he had done the day prior James surveyed his surroundings, there was the usual conglomerate of Truckers, cops, and students from the Academy, As James had guessed Frank Bowers was also there sitting at the far back end of the restaurant looking as shady and disheveled as he always did.
And none other than Nathan Prescott sitting alone in a booth close to the door, James had already thrown his spurious accusation at Nathan yesterday in an attempt to get him suspended from Blackwell, which of course didn't stick. Naturally, that meant that Prescott would likely want to sue James for all he had or just outright kill him
James would have normally left the affluent boy alone but today James decided he had something to say. James walked over to the booth and stood over Prescott "Now what's Nathan Prescott doing in such a dirty, low class, poor people's dinner?" James said in a not so subtle sarcastic tone
Nathan's expression quickly turned to one of anger and annoyance "What the fuck do you want freak?" He asked, James sat down in the opposite seat from Nathan in the booth "You're lucky this is a public place Makintosh, otherwise I'd make you pay for trying to get me expelled by saying that shit yesterday" Prescott threatened
"I think you of all people would know that when I say something I usually have some weight behind it" James said flatly, "I know you drugged Kate, I know this because I know you deal with Frank Bowers, you supply everyone at Blackwell with drugs and alcohol at your damn parties. What else did you do to her? Did you take advantage of her while she was on whatever you put in her drink asshole?!" James interrogated
"James I have no fucking clue what you are talking about but you ought to shut your mouth before I sue your ass for libel" Nathan threatened again. They glared at each other while James leaned in closer to Nathan
"I will find out what you did Nathan, you can't keep the truth from me for long, and when I do. You'll fucking burn for it..." James made his threat clear. No secret in Arcadia Bay was safe from James Makintosh.
James rose from his seat and walked away, have said what he felt needed to be said. He walked back out through the front doors, casually strolling over to Franks RV. As James had figured both of his co-conspirators from last night huddled by the door into the main cabin
"Any luck with that door" James said walking up behind the two girls
"You about to find out Sherlock" Price said right throwing open the door.
Before James could react Franks dog came dashing through the open doorway snarling and barking the whole time, James went to into a defensive stance to ensure the dog wouldn't knock him to the ground, but before anything could really happen Max had thrown a bone off further into the parking lot with Pompidou running after it instead. Once the canine caught the bone it immediately started gnawing on it having forgotten the three strangers who set it free.
"I think we just made that dog our bitch. Get it?" Chloe joked
"Ha, ha.." James faked laughed in response. With Franks watchdog taken care of the three entered inside the RV
The RV was very crowded, besides the three people standing inside and the fact that it was a small space to begin with, the cabin was completely trashed, James had never been inside Franks RV until now and he wasn't surprised at the state it was in "Always figured Bowers was a fucking squatter" James' inner voice echoed in his mind, "Right, so why are we standing here in Frank's shitbox?" He then said out loud
"What do you think?" Price asked rhetorically "We're looking for clues about Rachel"
James didn't know what she had to do with Frank Bowers of all people but then he remembered something he had said the previous night "Frank sells drugs to virtually everyone in town. That means he knows virtually everyone in town" his inner voice recalled. That would explain it, James was pretty sure somewhere last night Price mentioned something about a bracelet, though he wasn't sure.
Towards the back of the RV was Franks living quarters, James had decided to go searching here and apparently so did Caulfield, while the former searched the cabinets at the top the latter looked around the bed and other parts of the room, the first cabinet James opened awarded him the gift of nothing but the second cabinet offered a more interesting find. Inside stood a jar full of Marijuana along with sandwich bags ready to deal, James took an almost malicious enjoyment at the find "Frank Bowers supply of Dope. Be a real shame if a certain local Law Enforcement Body found out about this..." James said in his mind, keeping the door open with his right hand James took his left hand and grabbed his phone from his pocket and then turned on his camera, bringing the cellular device up past his head James snapped a picture of the content inside the cupboard before shutting the door.
"Crappy wi-fi out here." Price commented while she sat at the small dining table "Must take him days to download porn."
"The fuck is wrong with you?" James called out from the back.
While James wasn't paying close attention Max grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter and used it to open a vent in the sleeping quarters. Inside the vent was a lone black notebook, Caulfield grabbed the notebook and opened it, "Now what do we have here?" James asked peering over her shoulder. The notebook contained pictures of none other than Rachel Amber, there was no mistaking her, In fact there many pictures of her in this book. The realization set in quickly for James, Frank Bowers and Rachel Bowers was on more than friendly terms
James and Max looked at each other with the same expression "I think we just got what we've came for.." James said to confirm his thought.
The two walked up to Price, without saying a word he handed her the notebook they had found, as she looked through it her expression turned to one of anger, disgust, and betrayal.
"I can't believe she was banging Frank! Rachel straight up lied to my face!" she finally said starting to raise her voice "Why didn't she say anything?!"
"Cause she knew how you'd react..." James said blankly, he was used to these outbursts of rage from her although that didn't mean it did not annoy him to no end. It followed a usual pattern, Price would usually flip out about whatever blaming everyone and everything then either go 'medicate' as she called it or just calm down. "
Then I guess she wasn't very much of a friend huh?" She asked rhetorically "just another person who shits all over me!" James exhaled simply waiting for Price to conclude her rant "why does everyone in my life let me down?!" Price exclaimed, "My dad gets killed, you bail on me for years, I'm left with James fucking Makintosh as my only friend, my mother gloms on onto step-fucker..." That was James' last straw, She could blame Madsen, Amber, Caulfield, himself, and who knows what else for all of her issues. But blaming William and Joyce was crossing a line for him, James shot price a disproving glare.
"Chloe, Rachel is missing, nobody betrayed you" Caulfield tried talking sense to her friend.
"Bullshit! Who hasn't? fuck everybody!" Price yelled as she got up from her chair and leaving the RV with her two companions trying to catch up to her
as James walked out of the RV he felt his blood begin to boil, he had just about had it with Price's attitude, he had been dealing with this issue for nearly five years and he had reached his limit, while Caulfield and Price headed for their pickup truck, James grabbed his bike, and the former's vehicle's tires screeched against the pavement while they backed out James called out to Chloe from atop his bike seat
"You can contact me when you learn to act like a fucking adult!" He yelled out as loud as he could both to make sure she heard him, and to let off some of his frustration.
After the truck pulled out onto the road and could no longer be seen James began peddling away from the Diner.