Suggestive themes.

Mentions of Alcohol and Narcotics.

Caution.

"We have a body." A police officer said as he spoke into the small black speaker on his shoulder with his hands on his hips as he examined the woman floating in the lake where a local fisherman had discovered her.

"Yeah, bring Sheriff Romero, this looks like a homicide." The officer said into the speaker as he turned to the fisherman to begin questioning him.

The day had not started exactly how the Sheriff of White Pine Bay had thought it would, he woke up in a room that wasn't his, on a bed that wasn't his and his head was pounding. He slowly arose to find he wasn't wearing any clothes, he found his briefs on the floor as he slid one foot to meet the cold wooden floor, he hissed at how cold the room seemed to be.

"Where the fuck am I?" He asked himself as he slowly reached down to grab his clothes which he realized were soiled in alcohol and his own precum. He searched the room for some kind of source of where clothes could be and his eyes landed on the dresser and he slowly walked towards it as he stepped into the warm orange sun that peered into the windows and onto the oak wooden floor. He opened the dresser and found some pants and a shirt, he grabbed them and went into the bathroom where he looked into the mirror, his face looked like shit and his eyes were bloodshot, but they fell on his chest, his upper neck was covered in red purple hickeys and small bite marks.

"Ugh, what did I do?" He questioned as he splashed water on his face and brushed his teeth with a tooth brush most of the guest rooms provided.

"And with who?" He asked himself trying to remember what happened last night, he remembered going into a different bathroom and Bob knocking on the door. He knew it, it was Bob. He was so desperate to get Alex to do one of the prostitutes that he would go as far as drugging him. He was going to have a long talk with Bob as he examined himself in the mirror and noticed scratch marks on his arms and back. He really did a number on whoever the poor girl was. He got in the large modern shower and sighed into the hot water.

Outside of his room stood a DO NOT DISTURB sign with the number 4.

"Where is the Sheriff?" The officer asked forensics and another who joined him at the scene, the one who had just arrived at the scene put his arms in the air.

"He didn't check in to work, I've been calling him, but he hasn't answered." He said as the other shook his head, but was sure the Sheriff was attending to something important like being drugged by his best friend to sleep with the expensive prostitutes he'd buy every year.

"That's alright, we'll brief him later, for now let's search for any more evidence around the area and then head back and have the mortician look at her. For now, she's a Jane Doe." He said as the other officer agreed as they walked passed the naked blonde woman with curls, they went on ahead to look for any evidence that may have floated down the river.

The drive home was fast as Alex, went into his bedroom and grabbed his phone and called into work.

"Hey, I'm not going to make it in so just leave anything important on my desk." He said hanging up right after and then lying down in his bed. He groaned when his phone began ringing again and answered it with a low growl of annoyance.

"So how was the babe?" It was Bob Paris. The little shit had the nerve to call him after drugging him and forcing him on some prostitute. He payed no attention to it as he couldn't even remember what happened and he could assume it was due to some type of aphrodisiac.

"Listen, Bob, you are the last person I want to talk to right now. You do know it's illegal to drug a Sheriff?" He said angrily as Bob snickered over the phone before saying something that alarmed Alex and made him sit upright.

"Drug? What drug? I never drugged you, Alex." He said in all honesty and Alex knew when Bob was lying and this time he wasn't.

"Alex, did someone drug you?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm as he sounded like he would begin laughing at any moment.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." He hung up on his friend and pulled on his dark pants and belt with his gun, he slipped on his uniform and went to the police station.

"Sheriff, I thought you weren't coming into work?" The receptionist asked as she buzzed him in and he shrugged and went to find his medical officer.

"Listen, this is going to stay between you and me, I need you to run a blood test on me to see if I was drugged. Don't ask any questions, just do it." The young officer just nodded as he arose from his desk and he followed him to the back room where they supplied small medical attention to test out suspects for different types of substances found in their system or victims.

"I won't have the results until a couple hours from now, but I'll let you know as soon as I have them." He said and Alex nodded after he finished taking his blood amongst other things.

"Sheriff, there you are, we found a body floating in a lake, the woman identified is Caucasian with blonde short hair, it's a possible homicide." He had been stopped in the hallway by a fellow officer who briefed him on the body they found, he shuddered when the officer said short blonde hair, he felt sudden memories come back to him of a woman with short blonde hair.

"Show me." He said as he followed the officer disgruntled as they went in the area where they stored the bodies, there on the table was a woman, his heart began to beat faster and he felt sick. He walked close to get a better look at her, and he noticed the woman was young, she was in her late twenties and she had a darker tone to her hair and it appeared she was strangled before being dumped in the river. There were bruises along her neck that suggested a behind kill, someone had choked her with something when she least expected it.

"Any I.D.?" He asked as he felt rising nausea growing in his stomach, he began sweating.

"Were working on it." His officer replied.

"Jane Doe, okay, I'll be in my office." He said leaving the room and the unidentifiable young woman lying on the table, he quickly pushed the blue swinging doors out of his way and threw up in a trash can outside the room. He had definitely been drugged as he had begun sweating, fever, headaches, and he felt horrible nausea but he straightened himself out and went to his desk. He was relieved that it wasn't the motel owner Norma Bates, he had felt an impending doom at the thought of her being dead, his whole chest seemed to tighten at the thought of her gone.

He went to his desk where he was going to call her from the stations phone when a knock came to his door and the person let themselves in.

"Rebecca." He said trying to hide his disgust and his annoyance at her disrupting him when he was always going to do something important. She sat herself down, she carried a different air about her, but Alex could see right through her.

"Alex." She greeted back with a smile as he turned his attention out the window where snow began to fall.

"I think I over reacted, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry. Forgive me." She said with sincerity, but Alex wasn't buying it, she wanted something and she was up to something. He had almost forgotten about her until he remembered a month ago, when Norma had been arrested and she approached him outside, at first, he thought she was there to see him get arrested by the DEA or was in relation with that, but no she had mentioned she'd seen Norma that night and he hadn't thought anything of it. He looked back at her as he remembered Norma saying someone had knocked on her door, but Norma didn't tell him the whole truth. The eyewitness was Rebecca she had tried to kill Norma, but her plan backfired when Caleb left. He chose not to say anything as he realized this was only his common knowledge and even if he did arrest her it would be complicated because she knew too much.

"That night, you said you went to see Norma at her house, to talk." He said getting up from his seat as he stood by the window and Rebecca realized she had told him that.

"Alex, I'm done with this drama, I realized my mistake. I would just like to make amends." She said ignoring his question as he kept his back to her.

"Don't think I don't know what you did? Stay away from her, she has nothing to do with me." He said loudly in a deep voice as she flinched at his sudden raise in speech, she gripped her purse as she wasn't sure which he was talking about. The one where she knocked Norma over the head with the bat or where George killed her and threw her over a cliff. She figured he meant the first one because if he knew she had Norma killed, he wouldn't be acting so calm, but then Alex was a mystery to her, he was always calm even when they would make love.

"I understand that Alex. I haven't talked to her." Rebecca said as she arose from her seat when an officer knocked on Alex's door and brought in a file.

"We've I.D. the body." Rebecca left the room before she could hear anything else and Alex noticed her swiftness out of the room as he listened to his officer explain the girl who was in the prostitution business Bob used and Alex knew he had a lot on his hands.

"I'll get in touch with anyone who might have known her, okay?" He said as the officer nodded and left Alex in his office as he looked over the file and read over names numbers. He went to his desk phone and punched in some number before he remembered he was going to call Norma to see if she was alright…just to hear her voice.

Her heard the phone ring, but then it went to voice mail and he decided to call on his cellphone, but it went to voicemail and he called again and the same happened. He became slightly worried for her because danger seemed to always find its way to her and he worried that someday he wouldn't be on time to save her from it.

He ignored the feelings and proceeded to dial the number before on the young woman's file and he met the voice of a young girl.

"Hi, this is Sheriff Romero, your friend," He could hear her already sobbing and he knew it would be a long day, a long month of investigating and yet the only thing he could think about was Norma.

The room was old fashioned and there was a vanity table in one corner of the room, a mirror and a dresser and a large open window where you could see the view of a motel that read BATES MOTEL and the trees that surrounded the area. There was a large bed that stood in the center of the room where it was empty and a teenager burst into the room only to find the person he was looking for wasn't there.

"Dylan, have you seen mother?" Norman asked his brother who was peeing in the bathroom with the door open which Norman grimaced at.

"Nah, she didn't come home last night, but she said she didn't know when she'd be home, she's probably at some guy's house waking up to the afterglow." Dylan said and Norman ignored him as he proceeded down stairs where he fed his dog and ate some cereal before heading over to Emma's to help her father with some Taxidermy.

Dylan finished up his peeing and went to Norma's room where she wasn't anywhere to be found and it didn't look like she had come back and left. It was unlike her to leave and not come back, especially this late, he grabbed his phone and called her, but there was no answer. He went downstairs to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. He walked outside to look in the OFFICE, but she wasn't there, he was a little worried and tried her phone one more time, but it went to voicemail.

"Where are you mom?" He said to himself as he got in his truck to go look for her, he remembered her leaving the house, she dressed in a black dress with black nylons because it was still chilly from all the snow and she didn't want to get a cold. She said she was going with a friend, but he never met the other lady and Norma didn't mention her name. He drove around, but she was nowhere to be found, her car was back at the motel since the woman had picked her up and took her to a party.

"She'll probably come back home." He said to himself as he drove to work forgetting his mother and her whereabouts.

"Were you able to find mom?" Norman asked as he had come home later that evening and called Dylan when he found his mom nowhere to be found in the home once again. He was getting worried, she'd never left him this long without letting him know when she'd be back and she wasn't answering her phone which wasn't a good sign.

"Call Romero, Norman. If she doesn't show up by 10." Dylan said over the phone as he was starting to feel uneasy about where his mother might be.

"Okay." Norman said as he hung up and stared at the clock that read 4:50 p.m., he sighed in frustration at the time, he went down to the motel to clean the rooms since his mom wasn't around to do it. He put on the uniform and knocked on the rooms before going inside and cleaning it, he reached Annika's room, but she didn't answer and he looked in the window to see if she was asleep, but the room was the same as she had left it before he left with her and her car was parked in the front where he had parked it for her. He scratched his head in thought when he remembered her job, she was an escort, she was probably purchased for the week or something so Norman left her room alone.

He went to clean the other rooms where he found room 11 locked, he found it strange because no one was staying in room 11, he walked back to the OFFICE to look for the key, but couldn't find it in its slot which means someone took it, but no one was staying at the motel, but Annika. He grabbed the spare keys to the room and he grabbed 11's key and walked over to the room where he found his mom inside. She on the floor fast asleep with her face down, her purse and clothes were scattered about and there was throw up on the floor by her feet.

He quickly went to her and shook her.

"Mother? Mother? Are you okay?" He said alarmed and scared at how stiff she was, she was breathing, but she seemed really wasted, she opened her eyes really slowly and tried to speak, but couldn't. She couldn't even move. Norman tried to pick up his mom, but she seemed to jerk away from him.

"I'll…get up…on my own…just leave me…." She said slowly through slurred words as he could barely make out her face as she stood face down with a cover wrapped around her covering her back and reaching to calves. He listened to his mom and left her on the floor, but went to clean the floor where she had thrown up, he noticed a large gift basket with an assortment of expensive looking items inside.

"Where did you go last night mother?" He asked as she groaned in response and he exited the room where he was met by Sheriff Romero who parked in front of the OFFICE.

"Great." Norman said under his breath as he pushed the cart back to the OFFICE and met Sheriff Romero.

"Norman, where's your mom? I need to talk to her." He said as Norman put a hand on his hip and shrugged as he tried to form a lie.

"I, she's asleep. Why don't you come back tomorrow, she's not really herself?" Norman said as Romero just stared hard at him when there was a sudden crash of glass and Norman just hoped Romero hadn't heard it, but he most likely did and his mom was in no state for anyone to see her. She was completely wasted, he'd never seen her like this, not to the point where she couldn't even move.

"You have guests?" Romero asked as he noticed the car parked out front of room 4, before his eyes went to the source of the sound where he had stayed for a few months.

"No, we only have one." Norman answered nervously.

"So, you do or you don't?" He asked as Norman mentally kicked himself. Then Dylan had to walk in at the worst moment in the middle of Normans lie, the loose end.

"Did you find her, Norman?" He asked as Dylan noticed the Sheriff.

"Find who?" Romero questioned looking from Norman to Dylan who acknowledged the Sheriff.

"Norma, she didn't come home last night, but we tried calling her and she didn't answer. She usually lets us know where she's going or she always comes back. It's just not like her to leave and not come back." Dylan said looking to Norman who gave his brother a look which he squinted at taking it as stupidity.

"I was looking for her too, but Norman said she's asleep and hasn't been herself." Romero said shooting Norman a look as he seemed unable to form any words. Another noise went off, this time the sound of someone vomiting. Dylan and Romero both looked at Norman.

"I went to clean the rooms and I found her in room 12, she was passed out on the floor and she said to just leave her there." Norman admitted as the vomiting grew louder and Dylan scratched his head.

"Where did she go last night?" Romero asked Dylan.

"She went out with a friend, she said she was going to a party with some new girlfriend. She picked Norma up from the house, but I didn't see her. I don't know her name." Dylan said as Romero looked to his shoes as he thought for a moment.

"When your moms feeling better let me know we need to talk about her case, I think I may have found the person responsible. Don't mention anything to anyone. Just be aware of anyone suspicious." He said as he went to the SUV and drove back to his house where he got his things together to go out to San Francisco to talk to the friend of the woman's body they found floating in the river. He was on the highway by the next hour.

Norma had awoken to the sound of her son calling her and shaking her, she couldn't move, her body felt heavy, she felt like dead weight and her head was pounding. She could feel it pulsing with each push he would do to wake her and with his pleas to see if she were okay. She didn't give a shit if she were dying, she just wished he would stop talking and stop shaking her.

"I'll…get up…on…my own…just leave me…." She had managed to croak out as she opened her eyes slightly to see complete blur. She could hear her son cleaning the floor from what she could guess was when she threw up on arrival, she smelled of vomit, alcohol, and sweat. She also smelled something else that she couldn't quite remember what the smell was associated with.

"Where did you go last night, mother?" She heard Norman say and she groaned in response regretting going to that party and getting wasted. She couldn't even remember anything, she didn't even know how she got in the motel room or how she ended up on the floor naked. Norman left the room and she tried to get up, she grabbed the nightstand to help her balance herself, but it fell and so did the lamp on it.

*CRASH* *SHATTER*

"Crap." She cursed as she grabbed the bed, she pulled herself up and the blanket slid off of her, her upper right shoulder blade held red love marks and hand marks, her lower back had more hand marks, she pulled herself to sit down and squinted at the brightness of the room.

The day was overcast and snowing, but the room still looked bright to her as she looked around it and suddenly felt an oncoming swarm of nausea. She grabbed the trashcan underneath the other night stand and vomited into it, hot tears ran down her face as she cried from the pain.

She found herself upright and in the shower, where she cleaned her body, halfway through scrubbing her body she felt a liquid flow down from her leg, she touched it and stared at it, she had, had intercourse last night which she wasn't surprised at, but she couldn't even remember any of it. She was so drunk and all Rebecca seemed to do was get her really drunk and then she met that green masked guy who took her to the back room, but then he left and she couldn't remember anything after that.

She scrubbed her body hard, her body was bruised up from the night before, whoever she slept with had really held her tight. She finished and looked at herself in the mirror, her neck, chest, and arms were covered in red purple love marks and some teeth marks. She touched them and they were slightly sore, now she was becoming interested in what the hell she had done last night.

Several days went by and Norma sat in the house getting ready for Thanksgiving, she was preparing everything a day ahead, she stood in the kitchen with a scarf around her neck, a cardigan and dark pants. Her bruises hadn't vanished just yet and she didn't want to be indecent and walk around like that, although Dylan shot her weird looks like he knew.

She let out a sigh as she took a break and sat in the living room, she was remembering when Romero came over to ask about the night she was arrested. She had lied to his face and he looked so hurt by it, but she did mean it when she said for him to come Thanksgiving Day. She lyed down and stared at the ceiling once more, she tried remembering the party and the mystery man who left her riddled in love marks.

'I was sitting in the kitchen making dinner for Norman and Dylan and someone knocked on the door, I thought it was Caleb, but it was-.' She thought, she could see the picture, she just couldn't make out the person's face when she remembered suddenly.

'I went over your house and we never got to finish our talk'…she remembered meeting Rebecca in the material store where she had mentioned going over her house and suddenly everything came back to her.

She had been waiting for Dylan and Norman to come home when there was a knock on her door and she thought it was Caleb, she had grabbed the wooden bat Dylan left for her and opened the door quickly only to find Rebecca. She had been dressed in a dark coat and large scarf, she appeared to be shivering from the snow that had been falling outside.

"Can we talk? Woman to Woman?" Rebecca had asked her and Norma had let her in as she knew Alex and felt that they must have a mutual understanding of some things. She had asked Norma how she knew Alex, that was the woman to woman talk, but Norma hadn't really been thinking about her question until now.

'Why had she asked that?' Norma thought as she remembered telling her when that they had met in front of the Motel with Zach Shelby and Rebecca proceeded to insinuate that Alex was drawn to Norma more than usual for a Sheriff and civilian. Norma hadn't picked up anything Rebecca had been saying because she was nervous of her brother coming to her door at any moment.

"I don't know what kind of relationship you have with Alex, but you need to end it." She remembered her saying before Caleb knocked on the door cutting her off, she hadn't remembered what Rebecca said that day until now and she assumed in the beginning that Rebecca and Alex's relationship was far from just platonic, but she didn't think possessive or serious.

Why would Rebecca want to be her friend? Why would she invite her out or act like nothing happened the night she came over? She had answered the door for Caleb and beat him before coming back in and telling Rebecca they needed to call the police and she went to her phone to call, but she had been hit over the head by the bat and fell on the floor.

*DING DONG*

She heard the doorbell and arose from the couch where she was beginning to feel uneasy when Alex stood in front of her with a composed look on his face. He was in normal clothes, he wore dark levi's and a flannel, he had a small scarf wrapped around his neck that looked sort of out of place on a person like him, but it was starting to get cold.

"Hi, Norma." He greeted her as he felt the uneasiness in his gut wash away from seeing her alive and well, she still had her radiant glow and her vibrant blue eyes. She gave him an innocent smile and it warmed him even though he was out in the cold.

"Alex." She greeted as she let him in and gave him a short hug which he seemed to make much longer than she expected him to and she looked up at him, but his face was unreadable.

"What brings you by?" She asked as she went in the kitchen to check on the food before making some warm tea with small tarts and brought them to the living room and set them on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"I was going to see how you were feeling, the boys mentioned you had been missing and were worried about you, but it seems they found you…under the weather." Alex said letting out a smile at the last part as she hit his arm softly.

"I don't know if I'd call it that, but I was really sick for the last couple of days. I went to a party with your friend, she invited me, um Rebecca was her name." Norma said picking up her white china and taking a sip as Romero's smile fell and the mood went completely still. He looked to her very seriously and he grabbed her arm softly which she responded to by looking from her tea to his eyes that were filled with worry. She felt scared.

"Rebecca, she took you to a party?" He questioned her as she set the cup down softly onto its saucer and she put her free hand over Alex's where he held her arm softly.

"Yeah, she came by and picked me up, we went to some formal gathering with masquerade masks, I don't remember the name of the place," Romero felt a cold sweat, she had been taken to the Arcanum Club, the only women who were there, were the "Human Party Favors", no women were allowed to be there, it was a gentlemen's gathering. He knew Rebecca was up to no good, but why take her to such a place? What did she intend to do? She had tried killing her once and now she was trying to befriend her.

"Listen, Norma, stay away from Rebecca, she's not who she seems to be and she's no friend of mine." Alex said as Norma's small smile fell and her blue eyes grew concerned as she rubbed his hand on her arm.

"I know you guys are sleeping together, I'll stay away-." Norma joked as she hadn't noticed how serious Alex was.

"Norma, she was the one here at the house with you when you were arrested that night, she was the eyewitness that called the police on you. She hit you over the head with the bat and left you here to die." He said and Norma looked really afraid now as things were beginning to add up, she had told her to stay away from Alex and then befriended her when she forgot her memory of her visit to the house. Then they had gone to that strange party where she tried to get her drunk and that man had drugged her and left her in that room.

"I-…Alex…" Norma trailed off trying to find words, but she was freaked out by the whole events that had transpired, she had been in danger that whole time and had no idea. She remembered Rebecca talking to a man who had drugged her drink and she slipped into a strange sleep, her body had grown hot and her vision hazy.

"I…what should I do?" She asked Alex who saw a tear fall from her eye and clasped her hand and sighed.

"Stay away from her, I'll deal with her, okay?" He said. She looked to the floor trying to process everything that was happening and she felt him pull her into his arms and hold her. He massaged her back and buried his face in her hair, her hair smelled sweet and he inhaled her scent.

"I was worried about you," He started as Norma held her face into his chest where she could hear his heart beating.

"I called you and you didn't answer, we found a body this morning of a woman matching your description…and I thought…" He trailed off and she noticed his breath hitch and his heart beat faster, she felt his arms tighten around her.

"I thought that I never want to see you like that, I never want to have to identify you." He said and she could hear the hurt in his voice as they sat there calmly, he held her tight.

"I'm here…alive and warm…" Norma said as she met Alex's eyes and he smiled at her joke, but a strange air hung over the both of them.

"Danger always seems to find its way to you, Norma Bates." He said and she chuckled and wrapped her arms around him.

"I know." She replied and she felt him kiss her head softly, he looked down her neck as the scarf she wore slipped open a bit and he noticed faint red bruising with teeth marks.

"What do you mean she's dead?" Bob Paris said in frustration as he leaned over his desk looking to his secretary who let him know what had happened and he dismissed her quickly before going to sit in his large chair and calling someone.

"Hey, it's me, Bob. We prepared Room 13 for Alex down in the lower quarters of the mansion, did he arrive there and meet the model?" He questioned a man who had arranged for Alex to sleep with the expensive escort who was now dead and he wondered what his friend had done.

"No, he didn't. Another man instead came in later that night, Alex had gone into Room 4 where another escort had been in, she wasn't on the list though and left later that night with another escort named Annika Johnson." The man said over the phone as Bob felt sort of relieved that his friend had no strings attached to the dead escort he planned for him that night, but instead the rooms had been mixed up and he's gone in another room.

"Who went into Room 13?" Bob asked.

"A man with a green mask, he said you and he arranged for Alex to relax and that he would prepare the model for him. I have no I.D." The man over the phone said as Bob held a pressure ball in his hand and squeezed it as he was beginning to get upset.

"Okay, thanks, call Annika and tell her to come meet me in my office." Bob said as he hung up the phone and awaited Annika's visit.

5:00 a.m.

Annika had gone into a room where she found an escort fast asleep, she thought it to be her friend, but upon closer inspection it was someone she didn't know and assumed was new although she appeared older than the usual women who were hired.

"Hey, we need to go. Come on." She whispered as she pulled the woman from the man's arms as he was holding onto her, she ignored his snores or his sudden movement when she managed to get the woman awake.

"I'll take you somewhere to stay." She said as the blonde woman nodded and wobbled after her, she was put back in her black dress and underwear and torn nylons, she grabbed her purse and they left.

They arrived at a motel where Annika guided her into a room, where she vomited on the floor.

"Woah, now, you must be new if you still throw up after a couple of drinks." She said as she guided the woman to bed where she soon fell off after Annika left her in the room, leaving the key on the T.V. stand. The woman had then proceeded to take off all her clothes and wrapped herself in a white blanket and stood fast asleep on the floor.

Present

8:30 p.m.

Annika stood in front of Bob Paris who she knew fairly well, she knew what he liked, but he never used her for his needs that much, he'd use her friend who she found out that they'd found in a river not too far from here.

"You wanted to see me?" She said as she stood in front of him dressed casually as the person who called mentioned it wasn't a private meeting.

"Yes, it seems things got mixed up last night with our escorts." He began as he shot her a glance from the pen he was twirling and she folded her arms over her chest as she took a seat.

"Yeah, I noticed by the newspapers in town." She said as she noticed he didn't look too annoyed by her remark as he had nothing to do with the death of the escort he favorited so much.

"It was unfortunate, but that's why you're here. A friend of mine and I arranged a room for a very important person, but it seems he didn't arrive at the destination we wanted him to and he went into another room. Room 4." He held the placard that read Room 4 and the DO NOT DISTURB on the backside of it, she stared at it before meeting his eyes.

"You, see, your little friend they found in the river was in Room 13, but the person who arrived wasn't the person that was supposed to and he may have something to do with her death, but that's not why I called you." He said as he set the pen down softly and adjusted his jacket as she lifted an eyebrow.

"So, why did you call me?" She asked as she looked to his computer quickly before looking back to him.

"The escort in Room 4, who was it?" He asked as she remembered the older woman who she helped home or a place to stay the least.

"She was new, I'd never seen her before." Annika said remembering the woman with blonde short curls and smoky eyes, her lips were red from a large amount of kissing and she was covered in marks which was unusual cause most men wouldn't kiss or do intimate things with the escorts.

"The person I intended to meet your friend in Room 13, he got mixed up and went into Room 4. I need to know the woman who was in the room, I believe she may have drugged him." He said as Annika lifted an eyebrow as she remembered the man, he had dark hair, his skin was tan, and he had a muscular build, she had noticed his eyelashes, they were thick and dark.

"I don't know her name, she didn't have any I.D. on her. When I arrived there the woman lying in the bed wasn't the one who should have been in there, but I helped her and took her to stay at a motel. She looked more drugged than him, she couldn't even move, I had to carry her to my car." Annika said as Bob just sat there listening with no emotion before he nodded.

"Okay, thank you Annika. That's all I needed to know. Oh, and let me know when you see her at the motel, ask for her name." He said as Annika left the room and he leaned back in his chair with a wide grin.

"Interesting"

"They found her body this morning, yeah, yeah." Rebecca stood at a pay phone outside of town as she spoke to a man over the phone.

"It's complicated that they found her body, but at least she's gone. Don't worry about it, I left no strand of evidence they could possibly find." He said as she looked slightly worried, but nodded into the phone as she shivered and her nose and cheeks became red from the chilly air. She looked up into the sky where sun hid behind the clouds.

"Okay?" She heard him say.

"Yeah, okay, but he knows it was me that left her in the house that night." She said as the man over the phone stood silent.

"George?" She called for him as he cleared his throat.

"Rebecca, your being paranoid. You need to relax and stay away from Sheriff Romero, you said what had to be said, even if he does know there's no way he can arrest you without getting himself arrested too by the DEA. The agreement I sat in was a setup, there's no way the DEA would work with illegal drug trade or prostitution, it's a chance for us to put in a mole so that when we get the chance we can bring down Sheriff Romero and soon after the two families linked with him. He's protecting them. Don't worry, he won't do anything stupid like arrest you, but his time will come…" George finished as hung up the phone and she looked to it hearing the end dial tone before she slammed it over the hilt and her change flowed down to the pit where the other coins stood in the darkness trapped.

Soon, Alex Romero would join that pit, she just had to be patient.

It's getting there. It really is.

That was fun, I try to write after the other so the idea stays fresh in my mind, like I'm writing the next chapter out...like the chapters are going to get crazier and crazier.

Norma is alive. I wouldn't kill her twice...that would be really fucked up.

I read your guy's reviews which were very helpful, I'll work on changing the summary, but not the name, the name has significance to the what is going to happen in the story. I'm happy you guys like it and there was some Normero in this chapter, they'll be more coming soon. There just brief moments between them, like they pull at the heart strings so to speak.

Next Chapter: Thanksgiving Day