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THIRTY-FOUR
Jett
Am I pissed for whatmy Lovely Lina did to me? Damn right, I am, but it's because she put herself into a situation where we now have to save her. The fact that she drugged me and then fucked me, well, I'm a little proud about that. I'm not saying that I like being drugged, but she showed me that she can give it just as good as we can.
After finding out the information we needed from the security feed, I called an acquaintance and I have them looking into the town's street cam footage. It will take a little while, so we are on our own in the meantime.
We are on our way over to the Provost's office to chat about his daughter, and I'm hoping he doesn't pull the same as what Oak and Fynn's fathers are pulling. My own father...fuck, that would just be a waste of time, and time is not something we have an abundance of at the moment.
My phone rings. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. I ignore my father's call, “You know, you can't ignore him forever,” Fynn says as he sits in the backseat of Oak's Camaro.
“No, but I can wait until we have our girl back. I don't need my father pissing me off to the point where I can't think straight. I need all of my attention on finding Lina.” I tuck my phone away and stare out the passenger window.
“How do you know he doesn't have information concerning Little Saint?” Fynn continues, “I mean, it wouldn't hurt...every bit helps.”
I scoff, “We are talking about Blake Pelletier. My father will help us just as much as your own fathers. They are best friends; what's the point in wasting my time?”
Fynn shrugs when I glance back at him, “It was just a question. Who knows, maybe he has something that will help.”
“Oh, he knows something. All three of our fathers know something but refuse to tell us what that something is,” Oakley states disgustedly.
“Yeah, well, let's hope Mr. Scott loves his daughter enough to give us something that will help.” I'm not really holding my breath, though.
We arrive at the Provost'soffice on campus and walk straight to his office. Ms. Davis, his receptionist, tries to stop us, “Mr. Scott is unavailable at the moment, boys!” she calls out, but she should know better.
Mr. Scott's office door is unlocked, so we walk right in, only to find the room empty, “I told you he was unavailable!” the receptionist huffs from the doorway.
I roll my eyes and slam the door in her face, locking it before moving over to the desk, “There has to be something here that can help us.”
I start by searching the drawers, but when I get to the bottom one, I find it locked. I look around the top of the desk, searching for something to pick the lock with. I see that my two friends are searching the bookcase and the file cabinet, so I continue with my own search.
Finding a letter opener, I try to jimmy the lock until it clicks, and I can open the drawer. There are a few files of little importance to us on the top, but as I dig deeper, I pull out a manilla envelope. It's a bit bulky, so I reach in and pull the contents out, finding multiple letter envelopes addressed to Mr. Scott with no return address.
Pulling the folded paper from the first envelope, I realize I've found his stash of threatening letters. The one I have in my hands must be the first one, so I read it out loud to Oak and Fynn.
Mr. Scott
I know what you did, and you will pay, but you're not the only one...
You have a daughter, don't you?
Is she safe?
Make things right, or else...
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Fynn growls.
I ignore my friend and open the next one, reading it to myself before I read it out loud to the others. If I'm to understand this one correctly, it sounds like whatever they did, it wasn't so much Mr. Scott, but he witnessed it.
Mr. Scott
This is warning #2! It makes no difference whether you were involved in the incident or not. You were there, so you are just as guilty as the others. Come clean, and this will all go away...
