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L.L.A.P

~Laces

Chpt.11

"Do you have any idea who it could be?" Damian inquired as he and Livy were headed to check out yet another building where the women could be.

"You mean the soon-to-be dead man who kidnapped my friends?" Livy questioned, then sighed, shaking her head. "Not a clue."

The fact that she had no leads bugged Livy a lot. She liked it when she at least had a name to go with whoever was doing the crimes instead of just a 'that guy'.

"Surely there must be someone you are enemies with." Damian stated.

"I dunno. I mainly attack drug dealers and men who hurt women. Neither are this intelligent as whoever this person seems to be." Livy explained.

"Did you piss someone off when you were traveling with your father?" Damian inquired.

"I actually made friends." Livy informed with a small smile. "Friends are a strength."

Damian rolled his eyes at the statement.

What a childish thing to say. Though this is Livy so I am not surprised.

"Tt. They can also be a weakness." He said, but Livy didn't seem to agree with him.

"Only if you want to be pessimistic." she grunted.

"I'm not being pessimistic. I am being realistic. You were friends with a large amount of women. Now they are kidnapped and you are under a great amount of stress trying to find them. The more friends you have, the more your chances increase at becoming weak." Damian stated. "So logically and realistically, I am correct in saying that friendship brings weakness."

"And what if it were Colin who got kidnapped?" questioned Livy, and Damian was silent, unable to think of a retort.

Before the two vigilantes could reach the building, Livy's phone on her belt buzzed, and her eyes widened when she looked at the number.

"Meg." She whispered, and quickly turned around, and sprinted towards the woman's apartment.

"How many friends do you have that can get kidnapped?" Damian questioned as he followed Livy.

"A lot."

When the two arrived, Meg was gone. There was no trace of her anywhere in the apartment.

"How does he work so quickly." Livy mumbled, rubbing her forehead.

"He might have called using the woman's phone to get you here. He obviously wants you to know what he is doing." Damian suggested, and Livy nodded.

"That does make some sense."

Damian's eyes fell on a table where there was a letter addressed to Little Red.

"It's for you." Damian stated, handing her the paper.

My my it's taking you a long time to find me. I suppose I should feel clever.

I left a little something for you from a friend of yours in this letter. I am sure you recognize what it is.

Livy noticed the piece of black hair tied with a red string. It was Lancy's hair and Livy's heart raced with fear.

Don't worry yourself too much. Your beautiful friend is safe. For now. But the longer it takes you to find me, the more impatient I get. It may be a finger attached to this letter next time instead of hair.

Livy shook her head in anger. Her fists clenched around the paper, and she wanted to shoot something, but Damian's voice snapped her out of it.

"He didn't force his way in." Damian stated.

"What?"

"The kidnapper. He didn't force his way in. The apartment is too clean with little to no sign of struggle. The woman knew this man. And I would be willing to bet that your other friends knew him as well." Damian explained.

"He was probably a client of theirs." Livy whispered. Her face then brightened. "And if it was a client, Lancy probably wrote his name down!"

Livy was out of the apartment, headed to Lancy's home with Damian following behind her.

~*~*~*~*~At Lancy's Apartment~*~*~*~*~

Livy rummaged through Lancy's room and smiled once she found a green notebook.

"Why would she write down the names?" Damian questioned. "Don't prostitutes usually don't ask for names? I thought they simply sleep with anyone."

"It's a long story." Livy shortly replied. Her eyes were quickly scanning the names.

Lancy sure is busy some nights. Livy thought, but then noticed a frequent name.

"She's been seeing a Maxwell Boyer for the past week every night." She stated.

"Every night? This Maxwell was either extremely infatuated with her, or he is our man." Damian stated. "And no offence to your friend, but I do not see a way a man can be infatuated with a prostitute."

"Can you use the computer in the Batcave to research him?" Livy questioned, disregarding his last statement. Damian noted her annoyed look and couldn't help but wonder why she seemed so close to Lancy. He didn't understand how someone could be best friends with a prostitute.

However, instead of voicing his thoughts, Damian rolled his eyes.

"Tt. Of course I can."

As they left to go to the Batcave, the name stuck in Livy's mind.

Maxwell Boyer. Maxwell Boyer. I know that name. Livy thought. How do I know that name? No faces were coming to mind when she thought of the name, but she knew that she heard it somewhere.

Why does that name sound so familiar?