'How the fuck did he get in?! He couldnt be here, I would've spotted him..'

I quickly stand up and look at my door. "Fuckin Richards...it was him!" the twisting in my gut tells me I'm on the right track. I slowly scan the room and spot a ticket on the floor. 'I musta stepped on it when I came in.' I pick the ticket up.

Flight 694 to JFK Airport

Mr. Travis Porter

'Its a plane ticket back to New York. Is this another alias? I've got to find out...but I cant go 'round accusin' people again.I wont get lucky this time was standing in the hall, he could say it fell from my pocket and slipped under my door.'

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, sitting back on my bed. 'I need air.' I get up again and head out to the roof. I pass the linen room and I spot it slightly opened. "hmm?" I peek into the room and spot Louie. "Louie. The hell you doin?" I walk in the room and shut the door. "Hidin from 'Jenny'." he snickers, and I hear Jeff's voice boom from down the hall.

"Why you little fucking-! When I find you, I'm gonna shove these thing so far down you throut, your gunna shit em out and then I'll make you eat em!"

We hold our breath and Louie jumps in the locker with the tool box. The door slams open. I jump a little but relax and let a smile slip as Jeff appears in the door way, still in his maid outfit. "You seen Louie?" he grills me and I spot the black high heels and lyric sheet in his clutched hand. "Nope." I lie, still smiling. "Why're you in here? And what'd ya starin at me like that for?" his grip loosens on his items. "I was lookin for him too." I lie again, chuckling a little. "And I'm starin at ya 'cause you look-"

I stop myself. 'Cute? Adorable? So goddamn fuckable?' Jeff shakes his head, blushing. "Shut up! And if ya see him, tell him I'm looking for him." he gives me his smartass trade mark smirk and slams the door. '...wait...cute?...Fuckable-Whoa since when?!' I shake my head. 'Ignore it, it'll go away. It's just the outfit.' I bang on the locker. "Get outta there Louie. The punk is gone." he jumps out with a stupid grin on his face. "Man I though Jenny was gunna kill me!"

"You keep callin 'im that, he will." I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck. "Just wait till tonight, she's gotta sing a song in her maid outfit." he howls a laugh. "yeah...cant wait.."

'I cant be around the kid. I just wont go...Man I hope my plane is still leavin' tomarrow. Forget bout Richards, forget the note, forget bout Jeff, all of it! I...I just wanna go home.'

"I need air." I wave bye to Louie, and head to the roof. I open the roof door and spot someone sitting on the egde of the roof, their legs off the egde and staring out. "You know you could fall like that." I say, walking over to young boy.

"S'long as I dont fall, right mister?" he smiles, showing his small rabbit-like teeth. He looks bout maybe 9, 10. Looks as if he looks more like his mom, almond eyes, soft face, the rest of it is his dad; squared jaw, tossled hair, big dark blue eyes, but I cant guess where his hair color comes from, the honey sickle blond...

"Guess your right kid." I chuckle and sit next to the kid. "You aint gonna kidnip me are ya?" I blink in surprise and stare at the kid's serious face. "You mean kidnap you? No kid!" I laugh. Kids and old people, only people that could get away with bein so blunt. "I'm actually a cop." I show him my bagde and his face lights up. "Really?! My daddy use to be a cop too!...but then he had to leave." I look at the kid's face twist with pain. Kids always have that affect on me, and...damn if I aint a softy.

"What happened to your dad?" he shuffles from side to side, and I feel my heart jump alittle, since he's so close to the egde. "I dont wanna talk bout it..." I pat his head. "Alright kid, you aint gotta." I place my hand back at my side and his looks back up at me, his eyes bright. "Your real cool mister. Everybody wants me to talk bout it;My mom, my aunties, even my uncles..." I figure the kid's dad passed. Poor kid, at a real young age too. Though I guess at any age, losing your dad is a big deal. "I lost my dad too. People wanted me to talk bout it too. But I didnt wanna neither. I was real young then." I look out to the wide open space. The orange and pink clouds fadin' and the dried up land, that probably once was full of grass, stores, 'n people. But even now, it's calming and I cant help but feel relaxed, probably for the first time since I got here.

"That was a real long time ago huh mister?" I look at the kid big smile. "Huh?"

"You said you lost your daddy too, when you was young. That was real long ago right?" he starts giggling. "Very funny kid. I aint that old. How old do I look?" he tilts his head up, tapping his finger on his chin. "I dunno. Maybe like...56." I gap at him. "Was I right?" the small little smirk makes him look like a little tazmainin devil. "I aint-I'm not 56 kid." I growl, eyein the fully laughin boy. "Just yankin your chain mister!" the light country accent heaving now.

"Icurus! Icky you up there?"

A woman with just a light country voice as the kid calls. "Yes ma'am! I'm here!"

"Come on down! They servin lunch!"

"Yesa ma'am!" The kid, Icurus, jumps down on to the roof floor. "Well, I gotta go mister. See ya 'round!" he runs to the stairs and disappears down said stairs. I smile. Its good to see spirits high in this place...I sigh as everything comes flooding back. My stomach growls 'n i try to ignore it. I dont want to see Jeff...or maybe...I do. I look out to the dark skyes and all I can see are baby blue eyes.

"Ya know mister, my dad always use to say, 'Listen to your heart and your head. If you can get what your heart wants with problems you can handle 'n dont go for it, you aint really livin life.'" I jump and snap my head to see Icurus standin behind me. "Jeez kid!..." his words slowly sink in. "I'm confused on what I want..." I softly admit, knowing the kid'll just shrug and head back down to his mom. "Confusion aint nothin' but an illiusion. We all have our path, we just gotta follow it an' never stray to far." I blink at him in surprise. "Your a real smart kid, Icurus." I smile 'n ruffle his hair. "My daddy was a real smart daddy." he smiles then sticks his hand out to me, a peice of bread flat on his palm. "You lookin a bit pale." I hesitantly take the piece of bread. "See ya!" I look down at the bread.

'Somethin's not right with this Richards. I'm one step closer to Bradley each time I come here and this time, I'm gonna find him and put and end to this.'

Thats that. I take a bite outta the fluffy bread and think about my other case. 'Jeff. I really like Grace, and the kid is right, path is a path. Lets see where this leads.' feelin weridly happy, kinda like everyone else(I wonder if they all met the kid?), I head to my room to sleep til dinner. 'I'm gunna need it...'