One Wrong Turn-Chapter 7
Everybody Lies
"Boris, I really wished you hadn't come." Hank moaned as Boris stalked through the house. Hank rolled his eyes-annoyed- as he tried his best to keep up with him. "And what are you doing, anyways?"
"Where's Tucker?" he demanded, making it obvious he was looking for the young dark-haired boy.
"Relax, I was in the bathroom." Tucker replied shakily from the doorway. Boris turned to the younger boy and looked as if he was ready to hug him.
"Oh thank god."
"What? Did I miss something?" Tucker asked, looking at Hank for answers.
"No Tucker, I just think that we should get out of here before your father comes home." Boris said.
"See, that's where we have a problem. We can't leave; not yet, anyways." Hank sighed.
"Well, why?"
"We need to find a letter before Evan and Divya are killed." Hank said as he stalked to the other side of the room, now opposite of Boris.
"Hank, I saw my car tipped over on the freeway-"
"I know Boris! I was there. That's where we found the first letter, actually."
"So there's a second letter?" Boris asked, earning a nod from Hank.
"And we need to find it soon. I don't know how much time we have before..." Hank stopped himself. He couldn't think about his brother and Divya being dead. Not now...
Boris had a feeling he knew who the author of the letters were, but he wasn't going to share his theory yet. He needed to prove to them that he was right; if he just told them now they would probably laugh in his face, especially the boy...
"Let me help, Hank. You've saved my life on many occasions, so it's really the least that I could do for you." Boris suggested.
"Boris, I don't think that's a great idea-" Hank started, but he was cut-off by Tucker.
"He's right, Hank. He could help us."
"Please, let me do this, Hank."
"Fine, but I'd like it to be on the record that I don't think getting someone else involved is a good idea."
"Where do you want me to look?" Boris asked, ignoring Hank's comment.
"Well, I'm going to check my room." Tucker commented.
"I was in the middle of checking Marshal's room, but I could always use some help. The room's huge."
"Alright, I can do that." Secretly, Boris was very happy that he was paired with Hank; he needed to find it before Hank did, and he was more than positive it was in Marshal's room.
"So it's settled." Hank sighed, obviously still on the fence about the whole arrangement.
"Alright, see you guys soon." Tucker mumbled curtly, already on his way back to his room.
Boris and Hank made their way back to Marshal's room. "I'll start with his bed and closet area." Hank offered.
"Alright, I'll check the dresser and desks."
After that, neither of them spoke. Boris tore through the drawers, looking as hard as he could for the single, glossy paper. He found old pictures of him and Tucker, looking happily at the person holding the camera. Underneath that was a thick photo album with the heading, 'Father and Son.' He raised an eyebrow at that. Had there truly been a time where Marshal and Tucker were happy? His curiosity got the best of him, and he opened up the old album. The first one was of Marshal and a women-presumably Tucker's mother- holding a baby-Tucker in their hands. They looked happy, but then again, it was easy to look happy for a few seconds. The results would forever been confound in the pages of a meaningless album. Boris decided to pocket the album, wanting to take a closer look later on.
Boris then moved to the dresser. He found an array of watches, tie clips, and an assortment of other nick-knacks. He moved to the next drawer, thumbing through the various pictures until he found what he was looking for. He smiled for a moment before he tucked away the document into the photo album.
"I don't think it's here, Hank." Boris finally spoke up.
"I know." Hank sighed.
"Come on; hopefully Tucker had some more luck than we did..."
Tucker looked around his room for what seemed like the first time. Books, letters to-and-from Libby and himself, a few organized shirts in his closets, a picture or two of his favorite bands, a lap top, and a fan hovering close to a bed. His walls were a vacant-looking color. They only reflected the bare, depressing grays and greens in his carpet. He hated the damn room; it wasn't him, and it made him feel lonely whenever he was in it.
He shook his head; he needed to concentrate on finding the second part of the letter.
Tucker started his search in his small photo album. Looking at pictures of his beloved mother was one of the things he did to calm himself whenever he was upset. He figured that if the man who had Divya and Evan had been in his house before, he had seen him flipping through the pages. When Tucker flipped it open, he smiled.
He had already found it.
Just as he pulled it out, Boris and Hank came into the room. "You found it." Hank said with a sigh of relief.
"Bring it here, Tucker. Read it to us." Boris added.
Tucker prepared himself to read the letter, having a bad feeling about its contents:
"Tucker,
By now, I am certain that Boris has managed to intercede into this 'scavenger hunt', so to say. Good for him, because now the real fun begins!
There are a few things that I need to get done before I let Hank's little brother and his girlfriend go. And to accomplish these tasks, you have to split up. No one can work together, or I will kill them and everyone else who is participating the hunt.
Hank, your hunt starts in your temporary home. Boris, start at the bank where your will lays. And Tucker, stay where you are. Further instructions can be found in a similar envelope at your 'starting points'. I should warn you that as soon as you complete your task, you must wait to be contacted again. Then, the second and final round will begin,and you will all be together again.
I should also warn you of one other thing before we begin: Everyone lies.
I hope you are all ready, because the hunt starts now."
"I don't like the sound of that." Hank mumbled. Just as Boris was about to reply, they heard the sound of a door swinging open.
"Tucker! Are you home?"
"Damn it, you guys need to leave. Here, you can climb out my window; there's a set of stairs outside, so it will be safe." The older men nodded and followed Tucker to his room.
"Tucker, please be safe, okay?" Boris asked.
"Always." Tucker reassured with a nervous smile. With that, Boris and Hank climbed out the window.
Tucker shut his door and headed downstairs. He would have to look for the letter later; right now, he needed to ward of his father's growing suspicions.
"Tucker, please sit down. There's something we have to talk about." Marshal prided.
"Alright...dad...what is it?" Tucker asked.
"It's about Boris. I think there's something you need to know that I should have told you about a long time ago."
"What is it, dad?"
"Boris is a murderer..."