Last week, you had to come up with a difficult situation for Kate. Again, you guys were all over place and I think I may have been as entertained with your comments as with the actual story. I went with Tiffany White’s suggestion. Actually, I sorta went with both of her suggestions:
A tough situation, huh? How about Anton looks into George and he’s hesitant to tell her what he finds. When they do finally meet up, both Anton and Kate feel like they are being watched?
Someone catches wind of Red’s meeting group and walks in and trashes the apartment when neither girl is home.
“So, he was up to something shady then?”
I paused on the sidewalk, digging to the bottom of my bag for the apartment key, pinning the phone between my ear and shoulder.
“No. I said there were suspicious deposits and withdrawals.”
I loved Anton, but sometimes I thought talking to him should be considered a competitive sport.
“Riiight. Which would mean he was up to something.”
“But something isn’t normal.”
“Yes. The records. They do not not make sense.”
“I did some digging. They all originate on same day.”
“So he made the deposits and withdrawls on the same day.”
“No. Is not what I said. The dates are different. But the records did not come from those dates.”
I took a moment as I unlocked the door to the building to digest what Anton was saying.
“You’re saying that the records are fake?”
“I do not know for sure.”
“Did you find the source?”
I could hear Anton grumble. Puzzles he couldn’t solve were rare. And upsetting. “Not yet, kotik.”
“That’s so weird,” I said, entering the apartment. “What would anyone have to gain by…”
I stood in silence, staring at the disaster area that was the apartment. Couch cushions ripped, drawers dumped, tables overturned, and Red nowhere to be found. “Oh my…”
“What is wrong? What is happening?”
“Anton, someone trashed the apartment.”
“What? I am coming over.”
Before I could answer, Anton was already gone. I scanned the room. Among the mess, I noticed Red’s laptop was missing. I hoped that meant she found a reason to leave the apartment with it, but the sick feeling in my stomach believed otherwise.
I rushed up the stairs to see what the damage was in my room. When I reached the top of the stairs, I was shocked to find it in relative order. Nothing made sense.
I jumped as my phone played Minuet in D and answered it.
“You okay? You don’t sound good.”
“I’m okay. But my apartment is trashed.”
“Red’s friends throw a crazy midday party?” Eli laughed at his joke, but I stayed quiet. “Okay…what’s wrong?”
“Red’s gone. Someone was here, looking for something, maybe? I don’t know. I have no idea what is going on.”
“Okay. Calm down. I’m on my way.”
Again, before I could protest, the line was silent.
I have a feeling some of you were hoping to get Eli and Anton in the same room, so, ta-da!
Now, how will they react to each other’s presence? Leave your ideas in the comments below.
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