One Wrong Turn-Chapter 2

Eyes Everywhere

Tucker Bryant shot his father nervous glances as he quietly chewed on his steak. His father had just came home a few minutes ago saying that he wasn't leaving anymore; he was staying with him for now on, or, more likely, until Tucker went to college. He had been talking to his father practically all night (not that all night was that long; his father had came home at 9pm) about nonsense topics that he knew nothing about. He was growing more uncomfortable with each passing moment, and he wanted nothing more than to leave very badly. Trying to think of an excuse to leave, Tucker cleared his throat.

"Uh, I kinda had plans with Libby tonight. We-we were going to go to the movies tonight with a few friends." Tucker said in a small voice.

Marshal Bryant frowned, unhappy to hear that his son had to leave. "Well, I guess if you had plans, you should go with your friends tonight. We'll talk when you come back then, okay?"

"Okay." Tucker nodded as he got up, happy that his dad had bought his excuse. Tucker smiled at his father before excusing himself from the dinner table.

Marshal Bryant sighed to himself, clearly unhappy. Trying to forget that his attempt to bond with his son had failed, he absent-mindedly played with the bottle of pills in his pocket...

Dr. Hank Lawson quickly jogged over to his door as soon as he heard the familiar knock. 'Pound twice, tap once, pause, and repeat.' Hank thought with a smile. 'The usual Tucker 'Bryant Greeting'.

"What is it, Goose?" he asked.

"My-my dad came back. He says he's not leaving this time." Tucker said through his teeth, clearly trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.

"Come on, we can talk about it, okay?" Tucker nodded in response before heading in.

"What did he say?"

"He said that he was done coming back and leaving me in a worse emotional state because of his 'visits'-says he wants something more permanent for the both of us in our relationship." Tucker glanced around nervously before continuing. "And I think he's still using."

"God Tucker, I'm sorry. I thought he was clean now, but I guess there really is never a solid way of knowing." Hank replied, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Yeah well, there's really nothing we can do, you know? He still holds legal custody over me and I can't really disown my own father, you know? I just wanted to come over so I could get away from him for a few hours. I hope it's okay if I stay here for a while."

"Of course Tucker, that's fine with me." Hank said, smiling reassuringly.

''Oh did Evan, find a car?'' the young man asked looking around the dimly lit kitchen.

Hank furrowed his brows together in confusion, ''What?''

'He wanted to take Diyva for a drive but it takes a special touch to drive a Ferrari,' Tucker mused worriedly, wondering if Hank would be put out that he refused his brother one of the Byrant cars. ''Sorry Hank.''

The doctor waved this apology aside.

''Well Diyva's SUV is still here, so I assume he found a car. Oh God. I hope he didn't take one of Boris' ...Can you call Evan for me on your cell?'' Hank asked sharply. ''He has a tendency to ignore my calls when he's doing something foolish.''

Tucker smiled at these brotherly antics,as he dialed the number that Hank recited. He waited for the answer that would never come, and frowned as he realized so.

"What? He's not answering?" Hank guessed, earning a nod from the dark haired boy.

"Wanna check it out?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah; I'm going to drive around for a few. Maybe I'll spot them..."

"Hang on, I might as well come with you." Tucker said as he got ready to head out with Hank. "I'm in no hurry to go home,that is, if it's okay if I come.

"Of course Tucker, I could use the company." With that, the duo headed out for the car...

"Hank, we've been driving for a while now. If they were still on the road, I'm pretty sure we would have passed them by now." Tucker said, knowing that Evan was no where to be found.

"I know. I just want to know where the hell he is." Hank muttered. "He's going to get his ass kicked if Boris finds out he has his car."

"Maybe we should ask around. You know, see if anyone's seen him." Tucker suggested.

"Right, let's start with TuTu. She seems to always know what's going on in the Hamptons." Tucker nodded, agreeing with his choice, and braced himself as Hank pressed on the gas pedal.

Hank parked his car in front of TuTu's house. Tucker slid out of the passenger's seat, and Hank turned off the car.

"Hank, Tucker!" TuTu greeted from the porch. "What are two of my favorite men doing here?"

"Looking for my brother; he went MIA from Hank Med a few hours ago, and Divya's with him." Hank replied.

"Oh really? Huh- I saw them pass by a few minutes ago, actually. And a few minutes after they passed, I hear this terrible screeching noise a few miles up, you know, on the main strip. I didn't think nothing of it then, but do you think they might've gotten in an accident?" TuTu asked, suddenly concerned.

"Anything's possible, and the hospital wouldn't have called me- that is, if they went to the hospital- until they assessed Evan's condition. We should check it out either way. Thanks TuTu." Hank said, his worry over Evan and Divya growing with each passing minute.

"Tell me when you find anything out, even if it's just to say it wasn't them, okay?" Both men nodded before running back to their car, speeding down the street...

"Damn it, that's Boris' car!" Tucker exclaimed as they reached the corner.

"And it's tipped over the edge!" Hank added in a shocked yelp as he hopped out of his car. "Come on!" Tucker and Hank climbed over the pile of rocks and rubble that were loosened from the accident, ready to intervene at any given moment. As they squatted down near the car, they realized that no one was inside, rather an envelope was in the place of the driver's seat. Blood was smeared across it from the accident, Hank guessing that it belonged to Evan.

"What is that?" Tucker asked, grimacing at the scene.

"It's a letter addressed to me." Hank mumbled, his stomach turning up in knots. Something was really off about the whole situation, and he had a feeling that it involved all of them- Divya, Tucker, Evan, and even himself.

"Should we call the police?" Tucker asked. Hank shook his head no. He wanted to read the letter before the cops came to process it as evidence. He slid a thin sheet of paper out of the envelope and started reading the messy cursive:

"Hank,

It's been a long time since I've seen you. I guess I should explain to you that you've never met me, first off, but your brother has. He 'interfered' with something I wish he hadn't, but I guess I can't blame him; he was just a kid. That's the same reason why I didn't kill him right then, by the way. I'm willing to bet that he doesn't remember me, remember what he saw. He was so young, and it happened mere days before your mother died. But that's okay, I don't blame anyone but myself for what's about to happen. There are certain things that I should explain to you, but I can't quite yet. Just keep in mind that I have eyes on you at all time, and please, don't make me prove that to you, because we both know that I will. Please, do not contact the police or any other authority figure like that. I will then kill both of them. I know with certainty that-

"And then the letter cuts off." Hank recited.

"There's a second part somewhere." Tucker mused, thinking through what Hank had just read. "This sounds so familiar, er, not the letter itself, but the wording. It's like I've heard it before, you know? But, either way, I think we should go back to my house. If he does have eyes on you, he has eyes on me."

"You think he wants you in on it?" Hank asked, clearly not buying it.

"Got a better theory?" Tucker challenged.

"You're right. We need to find the other half of the letter." Tucker nodded in agreement and started walking back to the car when he noticed that Hank was still staring at the bloody driver's seat.

"He's with Diyva," the boy reassured the doctor this time in a reversal of their usual roles. "He'll be alright."

He smiled as he saw Tucker and Hank leave the scene. He heard their conversation, and it pleased him that they were catching on so quick. He only hoped they would be able to complete their tasks before time ran out...

He really didn't want to kill Evan and Divya, but he would if he had to.