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Chapter 15 – Gimme Shelter
When Laura falls asleep, I hear Brittany's faintly whispering goodbye and I manage to leave my fake fortress.
I go to the coffee room, for another kick of caffeine and I stare at puck who is standing next to an open window.
I take my coffee there and I set on the ledge. He keeps staring straight ahead and I don't mind. The building might be old and all but it has a great view, I stare at the people walking around carefree.
"She can be anywhere." He finally speaks but it sounds more that he's talking to himself and not to me.
"I know, but we are going to find her even if we have to turn this city upside down. Do you know what I've just remembered? Her car is still there to be processed by crime lab, maybe we should check it out while the boys are at it."
"Do you think they'll let us anywhere near it?"
"I think Artie is working tonight, I'm sure he'll let us take a look at the papers and the trunk."
We go downstairs to the basement where the crime lab is, I ring the bell and my friend Artie comes to open the door.
"I was just processing some residues I found at Quinn's car and I found this, I was about to call you." He maneuvers his wheel chair to his office, we are alone in here. Puck is standing there and just looks around like he's never been to this part of the building. Come to think of it, he probably never came, he says it gives him the creeps. I, personally, love it. Some nights when Laura was at Finn's and I couldn't sleep at night I came here and asked questions to Artie until his shift ended. We became good friends.
The three of us lean over a small piece of paper.
"Initially I thought it was a regular receipt but then I saw it was for the renting of a garage in Queens. It was made online but I don't think we'll need to investigate the owners. Does Quinn need a garage?"
"Not that I'm aware, I think her apartment has a designated parking lot in the back."
"So this must belong to our killer? Maybe for storage of things? I mean, it was between the seat and the gear box, it probably fell from the killer's pocket without him even noticing."
"It's a she, Artie, and yeah that makes sense."
"Or to keep Quinn, I know this area, it has storage facilities all over. There's few residential buildings and nobody would pay attention to her at night because there's no one there outside working hours!" Puck finally looks like he is out of his stupor and he scratches his shaven head.
"I'm going to call the guys to see if they got anything, if they don't have a clue yet we'll go there"
"Hey" Dave says in the other side.
"You got anything so far?!"
"No, not really. Blaine is talking to some of the neighbours and I'm just smoking a cigarette outside. She cleaned the apartment, San, she was expecting us here."
"Well, she left a receipt in Quinn's car. She probably used it to get to the address and it fell on the floor when she got out of it."
"Oh, so we should look there afterwards."
"Actually, Puck and I are going there right now. We should meet at the spot anyway."
"Okay, just wait a sec. Blaine wants to talk to you."
"Blaine?"
"Santana? Be careful, alright? The neighbours say they saw her and a man unload some large heavy stuff late at night and that sometimes they heard some sort of machinery working. We both know how freaky the other murders were."
"Don't worry about it. Puck and I got it covered, I gave Dave the address meet us there."
We race to the car and I let Puck drive, he got his sparkle back. He looks like a hound hunting, for the lack of a better analogy, and anything is better than the catatonic Puck that was staring out the window today.
I know there's some random song playing but all I can focus on is that this is it. I'm almost afraid of getting there because it might be too late. My best friend is in some mouldy garage, helpless. I don't think i've ever felt so lost and so scared as this. Maybe when I heard that she got into that stupid car accident back in high school. We thought she'd never walk again but she pulled through. I'm counting on that, counting on her resilience to work on our favor. That she's hanging to life more intensely than Sizes imagined. I can't be too late, I just can't.
Since we are not talking and I'm unable to focus on anything other than my thoughts, I decide to do something I haven't done in ages. I start praying. I recite what little I recall of Sunday school. I know Quinn would like that, I can imagine her saying "I had to almost die to get you to believe there's a God above us.". She was always strangely attached to religion, I hope she lives to hear me say I prayed for her and I can hear her chuckle at the surrealism of it.
Before I finish that train of thought we get to the place. It's silent and it looks pretty deserted and almost abandoned.
We find a door but it's obviously locked. I'm glad I brought Puck and we came in his car. He goes to his trunk and takes out a tool box to unlock it. When we were in the academy we used to say that Puck either was meant to be the greatest cop ever or the biggest crook. I'm glad is on our side, tonight even more.
When we finally get in, we hear it. It's like being inside of a clock. There was machinery everywhere with jigsaw upon jigsaw and I think I'm going to be sick.
In the middle of the room with a single spotlight hanging above her, Quinn is tied to na iron chair with too large ship chords around the neck. Each end was connect to two iron pillars that twisted slowly getting tighter around her neck. She was being slowly strangled, she was turning a shade of purple when we run and Puck takes his pocket knife. He is working around one of the chords and i look around for a way to stop it. I notice an hourglass and I notice Quinn's time is almost up. I try to grab one of the threads and pull it down trying to stop it from turning in it's pillar but it's impossible. The strength the sheave is putting is too much. I think it will turn until it breaks Quinn's neck. I look around trying to find a knife lost somewhere but obviously there's nothing.
In the meanwhile Blaine and Dave park their car and I ran to them.
"Dave, give me your lighter please."
He looks a bit startled but since I must have my mad look in my face he gives it without the word. I get back inside and I think they followed me but i'm not sure, I couldn't waste a second trying to explain this.
I try to burn the threads of the left chord while Puck works his way into the other. Mine breaks faster and Blaine and Dave rush to Quinn. Dave is trying to figure out to take her off the chair since it looks like the leather of the cuffs was screwed into the arms of the chairs. It looks like a medieval torture chair and it would give me the creeps if I wasn't so desperately trying to wake up Quinn. She was still breathing that was a good sign. She feebly opens her eyes.
"Hey!"
"Hey, we'll get you out of this. I swear."
"I know you wouldn't fail me."
"No, not again."
"Here we go, you didn't even liked me back then." She knows what I'm talking about, i've already cried about it on one of our drunk nights.
"Of course, I did."
"Hey, handsome." She turns her head to see Puck and flashes a lazy smile, I know it must be the lack of oxygen in her brain.
"Did you get the guy too?"
"Guy?"
"Yeah, the woman who got me here had the help of her boyfriend. I couldn't get what they were saying most of the time because they drugged me but I think I heard her say Azimio…"
The there of us stopped what we were doing and looked around. I've just noticed Blaine isn't here. That's when I hear a pair of steps. I turn my head to see a man with a gun in one hand and dragging a very unconscious Blaine on his other hand. He cocks his head and asks.
"You called?"