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Chapter 12:

The Last Piece of the Puzzle

Quickly the two teens with unique eyes made their way up the small stoop steps and into the building.

"Hello, and welcome to the Newsie Museum." A friendly looking gentleman smiled from behind a counter that looked like it had been there since the dawn of time.

"Hi," Allison smiled back. "Is there a fee to look around?"

"Yes," He stated. "There's an entrance fee of 15 dollars."

Nodding Allison and Riley plunged their hands into their bags and dragged their wallets out. Taking the money, they handed it to the man behind the desk.

"Thank you." Putting the cast in a safe box he smiled at the two teens as he watched them walk away from him.

"Okay, so where to start?" Allison asked when they were out of ear shot of the man behind the desk.

"Ok since this isn't a horror movie, let's split up. You take upstairs and I'll look around down here." Riley suggested.

"Sounds good. Look for loose floor boards or paneling anything."

"Meet back here if you find something."

Nodding to each other they both went their separate ways. Slowly and carefully Allison made it up the staircase. Feeling like she was starring in a mission impossible movie she quietly hummed the theme song to her self as she entered through a door close to her left.

Walking quietly into the room she looked around. If this building was made anything like her house, then yes 12 bunk beds could easily fit in the rooms. Slowly she made her way down the aisle that bunks made. Hats dangled off of bed posts, shoes tucked under the beds, and even a few faded shirts and pants lay neatly on the ends of the mattresses. On a few of the beds suspenders hung forgotten off of the bars.

"Now, if I'm a secret hiding spot where would I be?" She muttered to herself. 'Check under the mattresses first then check the walls. Behind pictures, bookcases anything. '

Moving fast back up the aisle she made her way to the nearest mattress. "Wait," She told herself. "There is no way in hell these boys were this tidy. Anything that was under the mattresses is probably in some glass case in another room." Groaning she placed her hands on the wall and started to knock lightly.

Nonchalantly Riley made his way around the bottom floor of the museum, trying hard not to look like he was up to something. There was barely anyone in the place and Riley felt slightly odd as he looked in the bookshelf that held books and old news papers. Looking back to make sure no one was in the room and there was no cameras anywhere, he moved the bookcase a bit and looked behind it. "Nothing."

Slowly he start to tap on the wood floors with the soles of his shoes and rap on the walls trying to find anything that sounded out of the ordinary.

Making his way around the room he opened a door that led to a good sized closet. Sighing he began the tedious task of searching again. Soon a hallow sound was heard when he reached the far corner of the closet. Tapping on the wall he debunked that it wasn't the wall but the floor.

Looking down he pulled out his phone and typed a fast text to the wandering girl upstairs before kneeling down and trying to pry the loose floor board away.

Quickly but not making it look like something was happening Allison made her way down stairs and into the sitting area and to the closet that Riley was in. Moving to stand in the corner next to him she pushed her bangs out of the way and kneeled next to him. "What do we have?"

Looking over his shoulder just to check that no one was watching, he turned back to her. "Hallow floor board. And on top of that… it's loose."

Smiling she dug her nails into the wood and pulled. Yet it didn't move and inch. "Maybe not as loose as we thought."

"Do you have a nail file?" Riley asked out of no where.

"Yeah," Digging into her bag she pulled out a little nail care kit and handed him the semi-sharp metal object. "If you break that you're so buying me a new one."

Working the file between the boards he slowly started to pry the board away. Placing the silver object to the side he pulled the board the rest of the way off being wary of the rusted nails that tried to keep the board in place.

Placing the wooden board off to the side the two teens looked at the dark hole that greeted them.

"Well, go on." Allison urged.

"What scared?" The boy asked a smirk playing on his lips.

"Only of spiders," She replied as she stuck her tongue out at him in a very un-lady like way.

Smiling he looked up at her, "And apparently of snakes."

"Who told you that?" She asked quickly.

Shaking his head, Riley shoved his hand down into the darkness. "You know who."

"I'll kill him."

"He's already dead."

Glaring at him she crossed her arms. "Shut up."

Grinning, the boy pulled his hand out of the hole they had created. Covered in dust and spider webs he held out an old pistol and what looked to be a journal.

Holding her hand out, Allison gently held the gun in her hand as riley wiped his dirty hand on his pants. Blowing dust of the book the two sneezed.

"We should get out of here before they notice anything." Allison said as she looked into the bullet holding slot (A/N: I'm not sure what that's called... I'm not gun savvy at all.) to make sure there is nothing inside before slipping it and the book into her bag.

Nodding Riley placed the board back into place and handed her the file. Getting up, he as quietly and forcefully as possible moved the wooden object back into place.

"So we're stealing from the museum?" Riley asked quietly.

"I don't find it stealing because they don't know about it. If they had it would be on display somewhere. Once we figure out if this is any good to us we'll bring it back claiming we found it at my house and we would like to contribute to the museum." Allison reasoned as she dragged Riley out of the closet and into the main room.

"You sure about this?"

"What scared?" She mocked.

"Only of getting caught."

"Just act normal like we never found anything." She instructed as she led him out of the room and towards the front door.

The man behind the desk smiled. "Thank you for coming, please come and see us again soon."

"Oh, we will." Riley assured and grunted when Allison elbowed him in the stomach as they stepped quickly from the building.

"Nice, real nice."

"What I was being polite." He argued as he unlocked his car.

Slowly the two slipped into the vehicle. Starting the car Riley pulled into moving traffic as Allison pulled the book out of her bag.

"Now let's see," She mumbled out loud and flipped the book open. "Strike, blah, blah, blah, Mush met a new girl, Racetrack actually won at the races. The person that wrote this, has at least one thing about every newsie." Sighing she continued to search till she found something interesting. "Hey listen to this. 'I purposed ta her, and she said no. She said dat Spot Conlon had kissed her and dat she feels something is going ta happen. I don't know what ta do.' Man and I thought your grammar was bad."

"Oh ha ha, just keep reading." Riley snapped as he steered the car on to the Brooklyn Bridge.

"That's all they wrote." Groaning she flipped a few more pages skimming over the sloppily written words. "Oh my god."

"What?"

"This is it, the last piece of the puzzle. It's all in here. How Spot was killed, and even were his body is. The only problem is that the writer only addresses himself as I."

"Check the covers, there might be a name."

Quickly she looked at the inside front cover and gasped.

"What?" Riley asked glancing over at her and then back at the road.

"This isn't going to sit well with Spot," She muttered. "Just get us home as quickly as possible."

With a nod, he pressed his foot on the gas pedal.

Running up the stairs Allison and Riley flew into her room, practically falling over each other as they pushed threw the door.

Quickly Allison pulled the book out of her bags pocket. "Spot, you have to look at this."

"What is it?" He asked walking over eyeing the book curiously.

"That is your ticket out of here my friend." Riley said as he shut the door and leaned against it, his copper arms crossed over his chest.

"It's all in here, your murder and even where you're buried everything. Spot I think the reason why your still here is because you haven't properly been put to rest."

"Which is actually very common when you think about it, well that and because you didn't remember jack shit." Riley pointed out pleasantly

"If it's all in there then who killed me?" he asked as he looked from the book then to Allison and Riley.

"You won't like it." The boy guaranteed scratching at his chest hesitantly.

Looking over at Allison, Spot stepped closer placing his cold hand on the side of her neck his fingers slowly wrapping themselves in the hair that has fallen out of her short ponytail. "Who was it Spirit?"

Shaking her head she looked him in the eye. "He's right, you won't like it."

Sighing he searched her eyes to find the answer. "I need ta know."

Biting her lip she looked back at Riley who nodded his head and then back at Spot. "Jack Kelly."

(A/N) *Hides behind a wall waiting for things to be thrown cause she made Jack a killer* I thought it would be an interesting twist lol. Well here's this chapter I hope you like it. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME FOR MAKING JACK THE ONE THAT KILLED SPOT!! The updates will happen fast now considering I already have the last 3 chapters written and the show I'm in ends Sunday. I just want to say thank you to all of you that continued to read the story even though half of them or boring and uneventful. It really means lot to me. =]

Much love!