Santana's P.O.V.
Now that I'm all settled and cozy, it's time to get down to business. I got the address to the Fabrays and I've been watching Russel for the past few days. I snap a few pictures, write a few notes and watch as he goes through his day. He looks older now which is to be expected. His boyish good looks are beginning to fade and his mane of gold is graying slightly. He still seems to be in pretty good shape though. He works out everyday and eats healthy. He and his wife seem to be the perfect couple. What's weird is that I still haven't found Lucy. I figured she'd be at the house sometimes but if she is, I can never get a clear view of her. I've been thinking about making a dentist appointment to find her but that means I'll have to go to seven different offices. Why the fuck are there so many dentists here anyway?
I've been talking to Quinn. I think I need more people to talk to though so I can find Lucy. I have to find her already so I can kill her, scalp her and send it to daddy as an early birthday present. That'll show that bastard. Quinn and I have been talking since I got her number. I called her alright? I think she's hot and cool to talk to. We've hung out a couple times too, we saw a movie, got some food and I just let her come over my house and we hung out. Puck likes her too and she's coming over today when she gets off work. I don't know where she works but she gets off at three. Tonight is all horror films from the last three decades. We actually share the same interest of watching crappy movies and laughing at them. I've really only been here two weeks and I've spent a lot of my time with her.
Brittany is supposed to come over tonight too though. This is the first time I've ever had to be social for an assignment. It's a little weird but I have to, I just have to make sure they don't get too close. It's around 2:30 now and I've been coming up with plans of killing Russell. I could poison him, slip some arsenic in his morning coffee and the only suspect would be his wife. I could "rob" him on his way to work and put a bullet through his head or I could take the sniper approach but I'm not sure if that's how I want to do it. I've been debating on whether or not I should let him know that I'm the one killing him, that he's finally getting what he deserves for taking my parents from me. I feel that would be the most satisfying for me in the end but I still don't have my final decision. I hear my phone ring from beside me on the couch and I put my notes down and pick it up.
"What do you want hobbit?" I say.
"You're so rude but I will overlook the comment." Rachel says and I snicker.
"How has everything been going?" She asks me. I lean back on the couch and run my hands through my hair.
"Okay I guess. I'm having a hard time though."
"With what?" She asks.
"I still can't find Lucy. No idea where she is and I don't know what she looks like."
"How haven't you seen her yet? You have been looking right?" Rachel asks. She basically just asked if I've been doing any surveillance. We don't say things so bluntly on the phone.
"Yeah. Just haven't seen her."
"Hm. Well I'll see if I can help." She's going to find a way to get a picture to me.
"Good. So how's life without me?" I ask.
"Good. No complaints but I heard from a little birdie that you have a love interest." She says in a teasing voice and I roll my eyes.
"Seriously? Your little birdie needs to shut the fuck up. I made a friend and she is hot but there's nothing else going on."
"Yet. So whats she look like?"
"Blonde, hazel eyes, nice ass."
"You're such a pig. What's her name?"
"Quinn."
"I like that. Send me a picture of her."
"I don't have a picture." I say.
"Get one, duh." I can just picture her rolling her eyes.
"No. Now do you want anything else or did you just call to annoy me?"
"Just called. I have to go anyway though, daddy wants to show me something and they said hi by the way."
"Tell them I said hey."
"Will do." She says then hangs up the phone. I toss the phone back on the couch and put my feet up on the table.
I think I might be spending too much time with Quinn, well leisurely time anyway. I think it's time I ask her what she knows about the Fabrays but the problem is I know she'll want to know why I'm asking. Damn it, how do I do this? Russell seems to be a lawyer, well respected and known in his profession but I don't have a reason to bring him up. I hear the door open and Puck walks in with bags in his hands.
"You went grocery shopping?" I ask and he nods.
"Just got a few things. A mans gotta eat right?" He says as he walks past me and into the kitchen. I hear him moving the bags around and opening then closing cabinets then he reemerges in the living room.
"What have you been doing?" He asks as he sits next to me with a bag of chips in his hands.
"Thinking or plotting rather." I say and he nods while filling his mouth. He looks down at the scattered pictures of Russell that I have on the table and he crinkles his eyebrows.
"What?" I ask and he grabs a picture and brings it closer.
"I just saw that dude on the side of a bus."
"An advertisement?" I ask and he nods. I think I just found my way to bring up Russell. Puck is turning out to be really useful.
The girls both got here at around 4:15. We ordered a pizza and sat on the couch while we wait for it to get here. I figure this might be a good chance to probe them both about the Fabrays, specifically their daughter.
"So Lima is a really small place." I say and they both turn and look at me.
"Yeah, smaller than average." Quinn says with a shrug.
"So shouldn't everyone know everyone?" I say and Brittany nods.
"We sort of do." Quinn chimes in again.
"So who's that guy on the side of the buses? Blonde hair, I think his name was -"
"Russell Fabray?" Quinn cuts in and I nod my head.
"Yeah. Who's that?" I ask nonchalantly.
"Best lawyer here in Lima. Any legal problems?" Quinn asks and I shake my head. Not the answer I was looking for.
"How do you know he's the best?" I ask and she shrugs.
"I know the guy." She says with a smirk.
"How so? Is Quinn really an undercover badass with a fugitive background?" I joke and Quinn and Brittany laugh softly.
"Yeah I'm a notorious murderer." She says.
"Oh yeah? Serial killer type?" I ask then she nods her head.
"Alright, what's your type?" I ask as I grab my phone from the coffee table. I heard it go off a while ago I just never checked it.
"Brunette, tan, latina and extremely sexy." I look at her and the smirk tells it all. She's flirting with me again.
"Then I guess I should watch you." I say and her smirk widens as she shrugs.
"Maybe." I roll my eyes and shake my head. Since I've been talking to Quinn, she has been shamelessly flirting and while I'll admit, I flirt with her too, it's only playful. I mean yeah, Quinn is hot and I'm hot and if I ever get horny enough I'd fuck her brains out but right now? I can't be distracted.
"But to answer your question, he's my dad." What?
"Russell Fabray is your dad?" I ask and she nods. How the hell is that possible? He doesn't have a daughter named Quinn. Is she another kid I don't know about? But she told me she only had one sibling.
"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out because I'm pretty much the female version of him." She says and Brittany nods. What the fuck? I've been talking to his daughter all along? How the hell didn't I see the resemblance because she's right, they look just a like besides the eye color. Fuck. I shake my head to myself and unlock my phone. I see I have a message from Rachel so I open it. There is now a picture of Quinn on my screen. It looks like it's recent too. I am such an idiot. Quinn is Lucy. Damn it.
The rest of the night I tried to focus on the movies but I just couldn't. Quinn is Lucy. Lucy is Quinn and I haven't figured that out after two weeks? What the hell is wrong with me? At around 10 Brittany fell asleep and I just put her in the extra room next to mine. Quinn and I just finished our last movie and as the ending credits roll, I discreetly look at Quinn. I could kill her right now. I could just convince her to come into the kitchen and slice her neck. I could tie her up and hold her as my hostage. I could do so many things to her right now and she wouldn't suspect a thing but I won't. I won't because in each of those scenarios I'd be a suspect and I risk getting caught and no good assassin gets caught.
"What?" I hear Quinn say and I fully look at her. She's on one end of the couch and I'm on the other. My back is against the arm of the couch with my legs up in front of me. She's sitting the way you're supposed to sit on a couch but her head is now facing me. I must have been looking at her longer than I thought.
"What?" I say.
"You've been twirling your finger around the chain of your necklace and staring at me for about three minutes." She says and I notice my hand is on my necklace. I drag my fingers down to the locket and grip it in my fist.
"I wasn't looking at you. Just thinking." I say and she nods.
"What's in that locket?" Quinn asks.
"My parents. It's a picture of them holding me when I was a baby." I say and she nods.
"Can I see?" She asks. I've had people ask about my locket or comment that it's pretty but only one person has asked if they could look inside it and that was Rachel. I didn't even let her see. I don't want other people looking at this. I know it sounds stupid but I think I'm the only one who should see this picture. It's mine and it's all I have of them.
"No. It's nothing personal I just don't show people." She nods her head.
"You know, you haven't really talked about your family." Quinn says and I shrug.
"What is there to say? I don't hear you ranting and raving about mommy and daddy." I say with a roll of my eyes.
"Yeah but you know the basics."
"And? That means I'm just supposed to tell my whole fucking life story?" I say and she rolls her eyes.
"No I just meant -"
"I know what you meant. That's what friends do right? Talk about their lives and family and issues and ex boyfriends and all this other stupid meaningless shit. I don't even know you and you don't know me so why should I tell you anything?" I say angrily. I don't know what pissed me off but I am angry.
"Because I'm trying to get to really know you. Why are you so guarded?" She says and I don't respond.
"I'll just go. Thanks for inviting me over." She says then stands from the couch and gets her things. She leaves out the door and I sigh and stare at the door. I hate talking about my parents and I definitely don't want to talk about them with her. Her fucking father is the reason I can't talk about my parents. He's the reason I don't have any and I don't want her pity. The second I say my parents are dead 'Oh I'm so sorry.' And this stupid sympathetic, sad and pitiful look. I don't need anyone feeling sorry for me.