Chapter 13

Austin's POV

Max, Nicky and I were up all night wondering where our girlfriends were. We continuously called them but this time, they could not be reached. They were apparently somewhere without cell service.

"What are we going to do?" Max asked.

"We wait," Nicky replied.

"Yeah, we sit, worry and wait. The police are looking for traces. We'll find them soon," I told them. "Should we tell Tyler, Drew and James?" The thought of telling them that our girlfriends were gone is enough to get me pissed.

"I guess we should, even with how much we hate them," Nicky said harshly.

"Alright, let's go then," Max said and we all stood up. We got out and went towards the elevators.

Ding. The elevator chimed, signaling that the elevator was here. We got in and pressed the 16th floor.

Ding. We arrived, got out and strolled towards their room. We knocked on their door but there was no sound coming from the inside. We waited for a while.

"They're probably out somewhere," I said.

"Yeah, let's go ask the receptionist," Max said and we all agreed. We went back towards the elevators and went down to the lobby.

"Hey, where'd Tyler Tanner go?" I questioned. The receptionist was still afraid of me from what I pulled on him last night. "Oh, sorry about yesterday," I smiled at him.

"It's okay, Mr. Tucker," he replied. "Mr. Tanner and his friends have not been back to the hotel since last night." Weird. Same as the girls. Hold up. Were they with the girls? What did they do to them?

"What time did they go out last night?" Max asked, obviously piecing the puzzle pieces together like I was.

"Around 8," he replied. I looked at Max and Nicky and saw they had the same understanding as I did. They could have been the people kidnapping the girls. They're smart, changing their voices like that. But obviously, not smart enough.

"Thank you," I said and began turning around.

"Wait, Mr. Tucker," I turned back around to face the receptionist. He was sifting through a pile of papers and finally found the envelope he was looking for. "This came for you this morning," he said, handing me the envelope.

"Thank you," I repeated and walked away with Nicky and Max by my side.

"What is it?" Max asked, intrigued.

"Don't know. It's labeled for the three of us," I said while opening the envelope. Inside was a letter, well, more like a note.

Good luck finding your girls, I read. What does that even mean? My eyebrows were scrunched together, trying to understand the five-word message.

"What does it say?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"I said, what does it say?" Nicky said.

"Oh, uh, five words. "Good luck finding your girls" was all it said. What does that even mean?" I told them.

"Do you think-"

"I don't think. I know," Nicky interrupted Max. I looked at him, confused. "They have our girls." Then it all clicked together. The note, the guys being gone since last night, the weird phone call. They're keeping our girls away. But the more important question is, why?

"We should give these to the police. Didn't they say we had to go meet them this morning or something?" Nicky suggested.

"Yeah, I nearly forgot about that. They said to come in at 11," I looked at my watch and it read 10:30. "We should get going now," I said and we walked out of the hotel and into the limo that was waiting outside for us.

We arrived at the police station shortly after. We got out and went in. There were people rushing around, waiting, talking to policemen, crying, being locked up and everything else. It was a mess in there. We went straight to the main table and stood in front.

"How may I help you?" a female officer said without looking up from the computer screen.

"Uh, yeah. I called in last night about girls that may have been kidnapped?" I told the officer.

"May I have your name please?" she said, still looking down.

"Uh, Austin Tucker," I said and her fingers stopped typing and she snapped her head up.

"Mr. Tucker," she said, a smile flashing across her face.

"That's me," I smirked back.

"Uh, before anything, may I have your autograph?" I chuckled and nodded my head. She passed me a piece of paper and a pen.

"Who shall I make this to?"

"Melissa Cooper," she smiled. I nodded. I wrote down her name, a few words of encouragement then signed my name underneath. I gave it back to her and she was just staring at it, she looked star struck.

"Are you here about the phone call last night saying your girlfriends may have been kidnapped?" she asked and we three nodded. "Oh, you must be Max Spencer and Nicky Russo," they nodded. "Please?" she said and passed the paper and pen that I used previously and they chuckled, agreeing to sign it.

"Anyways, is there someone we can talk to about this?" Nicky said once they were done signing.

"Oh, yes. Officer Johnson has been looking for traces. You may go talk to him," she said. She pointed to a stall to the right of us. "He's the second one on the right."

"Thank you, officer," we three said simultaneously. We headed in the direction she told us to go.

"Uh, Officer Johnson?" Max said at the man that was writing a report. His head turned to us and we gave him a faint smile.

"May I help you three?"

"Uh, we're here about the call we made last night? About our girlfriends?" Max reminded him.

"Oh, Mr. Tucker, Mr. Spencer, Mr. Russo," he said and stood up, holding out his hand. We each shook it one by one. "Please, sit down," he instructed us. We took our seats on the outside of his desk.

"So, did you find any leads as to where our girlfriends may be, Officer Johnson?" Nicky asked.

"Please, call me Matt. No need to be formal here, after all," we laughed. "But sadly, no. We haven't been able to track them down yet. Do you have any information that may help us?"

"Uh, yeah," I told him. "There's three guys that were with us, Tyler Tanner, Drew Deveux and James Moore. They're also missing since last night as well."

"So is there a connection between these two?"

"Well we were thinking that maybe they were with our girlfriends, you know? They may have taken them somewhere, but we're not entirely sure," Nicky informed Matt.

"Yeah, and we got this note this morning," I said and reached into my back pocket and fished out the envelope. I gave it to Matt and he took a look at it.

"Do you know who sent it to you?"

"No idea, the receptionist gave it to us this morning," Max said.

"Did you ask the receptionist who gave it to him?"

"Yes," I said. Wait, no we didn't. "Uh, actually we didn't. We came straight here after receiving it."

"I see. What hotel are you staying at?"

"The Hilton, sir," Nicky said.

"Alright, I'm going to give them a call and ask." He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Morning, this is Officer Johnson from the Honolulu Police Department," he said and put the phone call on speakers.

"Officer Johnson, how may we help you?"

"I was calling in referral to the note that Mr. Tucker, Mr. Spencer and Mr. Russo got this morning."

"Oh, yes. How can we help you with this note?"

"Do you know who sent the note?"

"A man dressed in black walked in and passed the note and went straight out."

"Did you see what his face looks like?"

"He was wearing sunglasses so I didn't get a good look at his eyes."

"Did you notice anything else about him?"

"I'm sorry, no. He gave me the note and said "Give it to Austin Tucker and his friends" then left. His voice was raspy, but not those natural raspy-voice. I think he tried to change his voice."

"Alright, thank you."

"No problem, Officer. Have a nice day."

"You, too." Matt said then hung up. "Well, that's all we have about the man who sent the note. It's not much, but it'll do right now."

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Nicky asked.

"Well, you guys just enjoy your holiday and keep calling them to see if they can tell us anything-"

"Oh about that. They're apparently in an area that has no service," I interrupted Matt. "Sorry for interrupting, by the way."

"It's okay. That's information we can use. It's good," he nodded. "Alright, I'll call you if I get anything," he said and stood up. We got up as well and we walked us out and into the limo.

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