One Wrong Turn-Chapter 11

Set in Motion

Boris Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz frowned as he drove off in his car, readying himself to steal from the most unlikely place in the world: the police station. He didn't much care for what he was about to do, but he knew that he didn't have a choice. Briefly, he wondered if this was a way to take him out the picture. Perhaps the criminal master mind had already called ahead, and the police would be waiting for him with metal bracelets. The man shook off these thoughts. It didn't matter, anyways. He couldn't let anything happen to Evan or Divya or Tucker or Hank.

As he stopped for a red light, he thought about what had happened just four hours ago. Hank and himself had climbed out of Tucker's fire escape after his father came home. That worried him. He knew what Marshal was going to try to do, and he could only hope that Tucker wouldn't buy into his father's lies.

Boris pressed on his gas pedal, taking off once the light turned. He didn't know what was going to happen after he finished his assignment, but he knew it couldn't be good. He pushed the thought away, trying not to focus on the negative. Then again, what was positive in the situation he was in?

Before he knew it, Boris had his car parked in a parking space and his body was headed toward the police station. As soon as he walked into the police station he was greeted by an officer who was walking around, presumably to try to look busy. As soon as he saw Boris, though, he stopped with a deer in the headlights look and immediately offered his assistance.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Yes, actually. I was wondering if you had any records on Mary Jules." Boris didn't offer any explanation as to why he wanted to see them, and from the look on the officer's face, he wasn't expecting one.

"Of course sir; you can just follow me and I will show you the file room."

"I am reassured that this will be confidential?"

"As always, sir." With that, the officer lead Boris into a back room.

There were many rows and shelves filled with boxes of case files in the room. Boris knew that he would never be able to find a file easily and quickly if he was actually looking for one, so he figured he could take his time.

Once the officer left, he walked out of the room and into the evidence room. Once inside, he scanned the boxes. On the right counter, he found what he was looking for. The box was clearly labeled 'New Jersey Murder-Possible Hamptons Connection?' He picked up the small box- which, in all honesty, looked more like a Tupperware container- and stuffed it into his 'laptop' case. Although he was amazed at how easily he had stolen all the evidence, he also easily believed it. Men with his reputation in the Hamptons could get away with a lot of things, including theft and murder.

When he had the box securely tucked away, he stepped back into the room with the case files. The police officer had pointed out the area where the files could be found before he had left, so Boris started with the shelf that had been pointed out. Luckily, the police officer was right. He found three files on Mary Jules- one in her maiden name and the other two with her married name. One file seemed to be about medical and family, another about financial and business, and the last one remaining was unmarked. Boris raised his eyebrows, finding it odd that none of them seemed to be criminal records, but yet they were in the police station. Boris picked up all three files and tucked them away with the evidence box.

Boris walked out of the room and out of the police station without a hinge. No one stopped him or said good bye. Feeling a little more relieved, he left without a second glance...

Tucker found himself standing on Boris' doorstep. He didn't knock or wait for someone to see him- he just stared at the large door as if it were the first time he had ever seen it. Before he had time to even think about his father's words or try to reassure himself that Boris wasn't a murderer, he heard the sound of a door knob turning. He stepped back, ready to run, when a man told him to come in. Sensing that Tucker was reluctant, the man pulled him in by the shoulder.

"I was told to expect you." the housekeeper said. Then, without another word, Tucker was handed a fairly bulky envelope.

"What is this?" Tucker asked.

"How should I know?" After the man finishes speaking, he turned on his heels and went back to cleaning.

Tucker slowly opened the envelope, taking care as to make sure he wouldn't rip its contents. Once he got it open, he read the letter:

Tucker,

Your scavenger hunt is a bit tricky, but I have confidence in you. I'm sure that you'll figure out something. For your hunt, you must fill up the small vials attached to this letter with blood- more specifically, Hank's, Boris', and your own blood. Once you complete the task, drop them inside the foldable box inside the letter and give it to the man behind the cafe where you took Libby for your first date. He'll be waiting all day long, so all you have to worry about is getting the blood there in time. Remember, you get any police involved and I'll kill them. You have until the end of the day to complete your task.

Tucker wiped a hand over his face. How was he going to get everyone's blood- especially his own? He would need medical attention to make sure that there weren't any complications due to his hemophilia, but he knew that would be risky.

Tucker knew that Boris kept vials of his blood somewhere in his house, but the problem would be finding it without raising his housekeeper's suspicions. After a quick look around, Tucker bolted into the nearest hallway- ready to start his hunt...

Hank walked into the Hamptons Heritage Hospital with a fake smiled plastered over his face. He offered a nurse he past a quick 'hello' before he finally found Jill.

"Oh, hey Hank. What can I help you with?" Jill asked.

"I was just wondering if I could take a look in the basement. Apparently, Boris thinks that I should keep a pair of inflatable pants with me in case something ever happens, and I don't know where else would have a pair."

"Well, I was about to head into a meeting, but I'm sure that you can find them yourself. I think we have a few pants left, so you can take a look."

"Thanks Jill; I owe you."

"Yeah, yeah." Jill said teasingly as she lead Hank toward the basement. 'Actually if you can ask Divya to call me, I will consider us even. Her phone keeps going to voice mail'

If it was possible Hank's grin grew even in wider.

She unlocked the door and opened it. "Be sure to lock up when you're done; you can lock it on the inside and out, so that shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright...Oh, have fun at your meeting."

"I'm sure I will." Jill laughed. With that, they parted ways.

Once Hank was inside the basement of the hospital, he immediately started searching. He pulled things off the shelf to see if anything was behind them. He doubted that they would leave it out in plain sight, and they would most likely want to keep it hidden. Hank cleared off entire shelves as he tried to find the tool box but to no prevail. Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something somewhat shiny with red stains. He abandoned his shelf and moved on to the a new one. Finally, he had found the box. He shoved the toolbox into a plastic bag to make sure the blood didn't get in his bag. After putting it into his medical bag, he locked the door and left the basement...

Tucker Bryant continued searching, but he couldn't find the blood. He had looked through everything in about ten rooms until an idea finally hit him. Where would someone stash blood if they didn't want anyone to see it, but yet still have it in reach? Tucker ran up the stairs, heading toward Boris' room. He started in the private bathroom, where he got lucky. When he opened the medicine cabinet, he found a specialised high tech cooling rack -a literal rack- holding at least ten vials of blood. He smiled before picking one up one of the cold vials and placed it in his pocket.

But his smile vanished when he turned around. He turned at stared at the unwelcomed person behind him before realizing that he was in fact the unwelcomed person, not the other man. He inwardly shook himself, realizing that he could get in serious trouble for what he was doing.

"What did you just put in your pocket, Tucker?" Boris asked.

Tucker couldn't answer, though. So he stood where he was- frozen. As Boris leaned over to reach into his pocket, the boy gulped.

'Damn it, I am screwed!'