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Search and R.S.V.P

"NO WAY!" Macey and Bex screamed all together. Liz sat apart from the two girls, staring down at the delicate, fancy and beautiful envelope, trying to decipher what exactly it means. Well, I can assure her that she won't find any thing aside from the obvious. Zach. Was. Getting. Marry. That's that.

I threw a look toward my two screaming best friends, who was staring at me with wide eyes. "Would you chill?"

"No. Cameron." Macey compose her face and said in a monotonous voice. "We would not 'chill'. The love of your life is getting married. To another woman. And all you can do is sit there? Woman! Wake up and do something!"

I didn't answer instead I kept my eyes trained on Liz.

"You know," Bex started. "I bet she's in shock or denial. Or both."

I sighed. Is there any way I can make them understand? "I'm not in shock. Or denial. He's getting married. And besides, that kiss happened five years ago. It was problem just a joke to him."

Ignoring my statement altogether, Macey tapped her chin and asked studiously. "Are you going to go?"

I didn't have to answer. Bex did for me. "Of course she have to!"

Frowning, I said, "I do?"

She roll her eyes. "Duh! Because one, it proves that you aren't still obsessing over that kiss, which you totally are, by the by."

"And what's two?"

"You get the opportunity to tell him off." Bex grins deviously. "Which I know, you'll definitely enjoy doing."

I smile widely. The idea of flipping Zach off did sound appealing and I was seriously beginning to consider it.

"You guys, get over here! Like now!" Liz's voice was urgent and panicky. I walk over to where she sat, bend over her laptop. I look at the screen and back at Liz.

"What is this?" It was a series of complicated codes and numbers with celtic knots and all things FBI-related. But there was a picture of a pretty girl with blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Underneath the picture was the name: Helena Marx

I blanched. "Liz, who is this?"

"Just shh!" She hissed and I took a step back in shock. I've never seen Liz act like this. "And listen to this." She began to tick off items on the site. "'Marx has been charged with break-ins and robbery at the Museum of Natural history. A priceless artifact was missing: the precious painting of President Lincoln at Ford's Theater. We have no idea of the whereabouts of Marx and the panting but alledgedly, she fled the country.' And 'Marx has also been trial for illegal drug distribution in a great part of South America.'" Liz finish with a 'wow' and turned to look at our stunned faces.

"Why are you searching up Helena Marx?" I asked Liz.

"Because I took her fingerprints from the invitation and ran it through my scanner. This is what came up." She waved her hand at the screen.

"Oh" Macey.

"My" Bex

"God." I finished.

"Justine Martin is just a legend." Bex said aloud what was on all our minds.

"Doesn't he know his fiancee is a pyschopathic bitch?" Macey screamed.

"Maybe he does know." Bex said solemnly.

She looks deadly calm; her voice is steady and their wasn't a hint of panic in her voice. "You think he's doing this because of a mission?" I whispered, hoping this was, in fact, very true. I admit, I still have feelings for Zach. There's no denying that. And if there's any hope that he might feel the same way, I'll take it. Even if I'm preparing myself for heartbreak.

She gave a small nod and took the laptop from Liz. "Why does she want the painting?"

Liz shrugs. "It gave no detail. Just that she stole it."

Macey wandered over and was looking over Bex's shoulder. "Can't you do a more thorough search?"

"I can but I would need DNA samples. Like hair, dead skin, saliva, blood. This is what a fingerprint can only give me."

I purse my lips. If that painting was so priceless then maybe the girl would want to sell it for money? But it doesn't fit. If she wanted something as simple as cash, she would've stolen something smaller; like jewerly or cash registers. Why would she risk high-tech security and life sentence to prison for a painting? "The library might have some information about the painting."

Liz nodded. "True. But you said your mom freaked out last night at dinner. Why? Doesn't she know that this wedding might be a big hoax?"

Macey roll her eyes. "Liz. Rachel freaked out because the boy that kissed her daughter left for five years without communication and now he's suddenly getting married. Wouldn't that flip on the alert switch? And she has to tell Cammie without making it obvious something was wrong. The only logical way she could was through shock and sympathy. Though, the last one is genuine truth."

"Oh."

Bex suddenly grins. "So you know what this means right?"

"Research?" I piped up.

"Yes." She dismissed the important reason with a flick of her well-manicured hands and grins mischeviously, holding up the invitation. "We gotta go to this thing."

Jaws dropped, eyes widen, I shake my head vigorously. "No! Solomon and my mom can handle it."

Macey caught on and gave a smirk that painfully reminds me so much of Zach's. "Yes. But what about afterward when he needs someone to comfort him?" Then her face morphed to disgust. "I ain't gonna do it."

"Not me!" Liz chimed.

"Me either." Bex's unqiue accent put in.

I narrowed my eyes. "You can't seriously think that there might be a chance that we can reconcile!"

Macey sat down next to me and drape her arm around my shoulder. "Please! Reconcile is so old-school. We prefer the words, 'hook-up'?"

"Well I prefer to kick your ass!" I growled then straightened. "I'm not going!"

"Cam, argue all you want but you know you wanna be there."

I bit my bottom lips and was seriously considering it. I want to see Zach, no doubt. I want to help put Justine under federal restriction. But what if Zach doesn't want me there? What if doesn't feel the same way? What if -

"Cammie," Bex was holding the phone and the invitation on each hand. "I'm R.S.V.P-ing." She look around the room. "Macey?" A nod. "Liz?" Another nod. "I'm definitely going." She nodded. Then, "Cammie? Are you going?"

I fidgeted. Oh, what the hell? "But we have to do research on the painting soon! And find out more info about his pyschopathic bitch of a fiancee!" Macey cheered at my smart use of language while Bex was still waiting for an approval.

"Well?"

I nodded. "Yes. We're all going."