(A/N: this is the last chapter that I'm posting before Christmas. Please enjoy, and don't be mad. -C)

"Rachel," Henry said.

"I just used my American voice for a little bit, and she was on the other side of a cafeteria."

"Rachel," Henry said.

"And I didn't verbally abuse the poor principal-"

"Rachel! She complemented you!"

I stopped and blinked. "What?"

"And I thought you majored in Psychology."

"What all did she say?"

"She said that she was impressed with how good you were at getting information. And somehow, we are somewhat alike. I don't know how," he said with sarcasm.

I smiled. "Me neither."

"So I guess you saw Maria's prick. Which means-" he said.

"Which means that she was drugged," I interrupted.

"There are also scrapes on her legs, which means she was dragged."

"And...?" I said, wanting him to humor me.

"And also there would have to be three people at the murder scene. One to hold the victim, and one to confront her about something. And the third to be the victim."

"Of course." I didn't know this, but it made sense.

"You didn't figure that out, did you?"

"Nope."

"I had a feeling."

I sighed. "What else do you have?"

"Well let's go check the DNA sample and see."

I walked over to the machine and the blinking screen confirmed my suspicion: Raymond was responsible for killing her. I nodded.

"Just what I thought: Ray helped kill Maria," I said with no emotion.

"Fun! More evidence!" Henry said with an all-teeth grin.

"What do ya got?" Jo came in saying.

"Evidence that says Raymond was an accomplice," Henry said.

"Awesome, the D.A. will love that. I got a witness."

"Why wasn't he or she at the crime scene when we got there?" Henry asked.

"Let's just go," Jo and I both said at the same time. I smiled. I linked elbows with Henry, and we went into the elevator together.

We reached our floor, and the doors opened, revealing chaos. People were on the floor, some crying. Two were sprawled out on the floor, a gun in their hands: dead. One, two, three people were standing in ski masks, big guns in their hands, roaming around the room. One was standing in normal clothes yelling in a nearby phone. We walked into a heist.

One of the three roaming men saw us, and he shouted to the others.

"Hey, there are some in the elevator too!"

Another said, "K bruh, just get em out and put them with the others."

The man walked over to us and pointed his gun at us. "Empty out your pockets," he said.

Jo immediately got out her gun, taking out the bullets and throwing the gun aside. She threw the cartridge the other way. I put my purse down gracefully. I got out a pack of gum, sneaking a piece and placing the rest next to my purse. My coat had large side pockets, so I faked reaching in there and pulling my hand back out, careful not to reveal my phone; I then placed my hands at my side.

Henry emptied out everything, and we were escorted to where everyone else was. We were pushed on the floor. I scooted closer to Henry.

The man on the phone, obviously the leader of the party, sets the phone down. He walks over to us, and then eventually right in front of me. He pulls out his gun and shoots my arm. My hand flies to my injured arm, trying to stop the blood. I start to cry. "This is a lot more painful than movie stars make it seem like," I muttered.

Henry had to be held down to be kept away from me. He glared at the Leader. "Rachel, are you okay?" He said loudly.

I nodded, even though my expressions showed otherwise. I probably looked constipated. The Leader glanced at Henry, then back at me. "How do you know him, Rachel?" He asked in a smooth, baritone voice.

"He's...my...father..." I strained.

"Oh, he is your father?" He asked rhetorically. His gun pointed at my leg. "I'm sure he won't mind if I do this," he said, shooting my left leg, right on the knee cap. I cried out sobbing. Henry started shaking.

"We need a doctor!" Someone shouted.

"I'm a doctor!" Henry shouted.

"You're not going anywhere, Doc," one of the goons said.

"Rachel?" Henry said.

"WHAT?!" I shouted.

"Don't die!"

"DAMMIT I WISH I COULD!" I shouted.

"Be careful what you wish for," the Leader said, pointing his gun at my stomach. My eyes got wide.

"Au revoir, mes amis," I muttered.