Lol. I truly had writer's block for about a week, then everything just poured out of me. And yes. The story's done! ;) But don't worry, there's several chapters following this one :) read and review please :D


Chapter 11.

Kris was tossing in her bed, totally awake. They had lost all three members of the Red Circle just an hour ago, and since Colt's plane had landed at 2:30 am, they all had decided on getting home and get some sleep, and meet up in the morning. They had all decided on it. Except Kris. Kelly had forced her to come back to the hotel, but she did not want to. She wanted to find her sister, no matter if she was still alive or not. She wanted to find her. She tossed in her bed again, catching an eye of Kelly who where sound asleep in Jill's bed. She had decided to stay with Kris until they found Jill. Now, Kris tiptoed her way out of bed, grabbed a pair of worn jeans she'd brought, pulling a worm sweater over her head, followed by a jacket, and then she pulled on a pair of sneakers. She headed towards the door, but decided she needed to write a message to Kelly. She jotted something down on a piece of paper and put it on top of Kelly's forehead. She then sneaked out of the room, being very careful when she closed the door.

As she got out onto the small street, and crossed St Marcus Square, she spotted a night open café. She walked over there and ordered some coffee, as she begun to pull out the files about the three men that had been killed an hour ago.

Alexander Toulouse was the man that had committed suicide. He was 46, lived all over Europe, but felt at home in Bordeaux, France. Had held many demonstrations and been arrested several times for making trouble in different ways. He had two know friends, and they had been identified as the two other men in the elevator – and the two other men at the airport. The first one was Tommy Sorensen, a Danish citizen who was very much like Toulouse, he had the same record, was a little younger though. They had held over 10 demonstrations together. The third man, an Italian citizen named Davide Lavoria, seamed to be out of the blue. He didn't have a record at all, some slight speeding tickets and had joined Toulouse in a demonstration once. He'd grown up in the Italy, had a wife whom he'd divorced and then two young kids who lived in Padova. Kris reacted on the name of the town. She'd heard that name before.

"Signorina?"

Kris looked up and smiled gently at the waiter who came with her strong coffee. She thanked him and accepted it. She noticed she was all alone in the café, maybe not so weird since it was almost four in the morning.

"Sir?"

The waiter turned against her.

"May I ask you some questions?" Kris smiled gently.

"Sure." He nodded, answering in a shaky but fully understandable English.

"Do you know of the town Padova?"

"Yes, it's very close to here."

"How close?"

"About 25 minutes with the train."

"Do you know when the train leaves too?"

"Not exactly, but they leave quite often."

Kris smiled, packed all her things, drank the coffee in a few deep mouths and handed him his money, plus a lot of tip.

"Thank you."

"No problem Signorina." The man smiled as Kris left the café. She walked down to the vaporetti, and jumped on it when it arrived about 10 minutes later. She headed up to the Santa Lucia train station, and walked indoor. She looked at the time schedules and noticed the train to Bologna and Milan left about every half an hour, which meant a train passed Padova every fifteen minutes. Kris smiled happily as she bought tickets in the booth, and she only had to wait a few minutes before the train was in motion.


On the train, Kris pulled out the information about Lavoria and his family. He had been the youngest of them, 39 years, and he had divorced his wife about a year ago. Kris smiled a little to herself, she liked asking ex-wives about their ex-husbands, they usually loved to spill every dirty detail and Kris hoped it was like that with this woman, who's named was Mona. Together they had two kids, two girls in the age of four and seven. Kris looked at the picture of the three females; all of them looked like typical Italians – a little darker skin, more olive than most western Europeans, black, long curly hair, dark eyes and strong, beautiful cheekbones.

Kris looked through the files again, looking for known addresses, but there was not a single address in the entire file, on any of the men, except the address to this ex-wife. She sighed and leaned back, suddenly realizing what she was doing. She was breaking one of Charlie's two ground rules. Don't start a relationship with a client or a suspect. That rule they all had broken, several times actually. The other rule was to always go in as a team, never go out of their own. And Kris was on a train, on her way to another town? In Italy? And the others didn't even know where she was heading? Charlie was going to kill her.


Not long after, she walked off the train in Padova. She got a map and they helped her find the address to the ex-wife on it, and she begun walking. She was fully concentrated on finding the address so she could find Jill, but in the same time, she couldn't help but realize how beautiful this town was. Maybe it was because it was sunrise, but the buildings and architecture was just amazing. Kris definitely wanted to go back to this town during other circumstances.

It didn't take long before she reached the address she was looking for. She looked at her watch, noticing it was just 5 am. She shrugged her shoulders and rang the doorbell. This was a life or death situation. Her sister's life.

It only took a few minutes before the door opened, and the woman on the picture looked out.

"Si?" She asked, looking confused at Kris.

"Mona Lavoria?" Kris asked, and the woman nodded.

"Si."

"Lei parla inglese?" Kris asked, that was all her Italian dictionary.

"Yes, I speak English." The woman nodded.

"My name is Kris Munroe, I'm a private investigator from Los Angeles. I'm sorry about the early morning, but I really need to speak with you for a minute."

The woman nodded, and she let Kris into the house.

"Coffee?" The woman offered, and even though she already had a cup, Kris nodded.

"Yes, please."

"What can I help you with?" The woman asked as she poured coffee into two cups, then offering Kris milk and sugar, but she didn't take any of it.

"I… I don't know if you've heard about the shooting in Treviso a few hours ago?"

"No. Who shot?"

"Three men from a terrorist organization tried to kill a man named Frances Colt, he's involved with peace organization and stuff. The police and me and my coworkers managed to stop them from killing him, but unfortunately, all three men died. They held a hostage – my sister – and now we don't know where she is, and none of the men can tell us."

"Oh my. But how can I help."

"One of the men was your ex-husband." Kris explained carefully, waiting for a reaction.

"Oh, that son of a bitch is dead? Good thing."

Kris smiled. "You did not like him?"

"He beat the crap out of me and the children."

"He doesn't have a police record?"

"No, I didn't report it, I just filed for divorce and got out of there."

"I'm happy you managed to get out, not everyone can." Kris smiled gently.

"Thanks." Mona smiled. "Who were the other two men?"

"Alexander Toulouse and Tommy Sorensen."

Mona mumbled something in Italian that Kris guess was something a lady maybe shouldn't say.

"Anyway, now you're wondering if I know where the men could have held your sister?" Mona then asked.

"Yes."

"I know." Mona smiled. "Do you have a map over Venezia?"

"Yes." Kris said, pulling up her Venice-map. Mona took a pen and searched the map for a while, before circling an address on the paper. She then searched the map again, circling another address.

"This first is where he works. He has his own workshop, no one ever enters it, and it has a large basement. The other place is apartment, he rents the basement there too, so he can work down there alone. Check out these two addresses. Both Toulouse and Sorensen aren't from here, they don't know the town and they wouldn't know where to hold someone. I'm positive that your sister is in one of these two places."

Kris smiled happily, then rose to her feet.

"Thank. Really, thank you enormously much."

Mona shook Kris hand, following her to the door.

"I hope you find her safe and sound."

Kris smiled and then hurried down to the train station again. The train ride back to Venice seamed to take forever.