Weeks had gone by and Max's name had came up in news articles and everything. The more they mentioned it, the more guilt I felt. No one expected that I had done it, and I wasnt giving them a reason to. I hardly came out my house. I went intio a deep depression. I cried a lot. I gained a couple pounds and stayed in my room for days, not coming except to bathe, go to the restroom. I had my own personal mini refigerator that I would ask my butler to refill from time to time. Then something occured to me, why sit here self loathing when I can figure out what happened to my beloved Max. I couldn't sit there and sulk anymore. What happened to him that night was suspicous. I had to find out what exactly happened. Even though I saw with my own eyes, something was attracting him to the river. But what?
After two weeks that Iv spent in my room, I came out to find Jeff, my best friend/co-manager/stage manager, chilling on my couch watching the news.
" Three weeks and still no sign of Maliyah's manager, Max Rolleck." The anchor woman announced.
" Ben Bridge." I thought outloud.
" Hm? Did ya say somethin', Lili?"
" Uh-no, no-"
" Where you goin'?"
" Ill be back. Late."
" Okay. But don't stay out too late."
" As you wish, my ever so caring Italian father."
" Whateva' Lili."
So I left for Ben Bridge.