Missing Comrades

Miami, Florida

Camila's POV

"So where is your old home?" Normani asks.

"By the beach," Ally answers immediately.

"How did-" I stop mid sentence and nod, "Oh yeah."

"Damn right," Ally smiles as she flips to the next page of the book she's reading.

"You still remember, don't you?" Camila asks her wife next to her who's scrolling through her phone.

"I never forgot," Lauren looks away from her phone to look at the brunette.

"What are you scrolling through?" Camila turns Lauren's screen to face her.

"There have been reports of Chicago officers getting killed," Lauren frowns.

Ally puts her bookmark on the place she was reading and closes it. "I've been investigating into that as well. The rest of the officers are suspecting it to be the ones who created the fires and we..." The short girl trails off.

Lauren nods in understanding and I stare at them both.

"What are you guys hiding?" I ask.

"Nothing," Lauren says.

"Lauren..." I narrow my eyes at her.

Lauren sighs as she takes my hand in hers and kisses my knuckles. "We believe Jamie's brother is the one that caused the fires," Lauren says.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

"I told her to. We didn't want to tell anyone unless if we were one hundred percent sure," Ally says.

"Alright," I nod.

The car finally comes to a stop and Harry calls back to us. "Is that it, Camila?" He asks.

I look out the window and smile brightly when my eyes roam over my old home. "Affirmative," I said. I open the rented car door and walk up to the porch of my old home.

"Do you even have a key?" Harry asks.

"I can pick the lock," Colson says.

"Where does Gerald keep a key?" Normani asks.

"Did he even own this house or did he break-in?" Ally asks.

"Babe?" Lauren steps up beside me and places a hand on my arm when I stay quiet and still.

"We won't need any of them," I point to the forced open door. I gently push the door open as it creaks.

I was about to step in but Lauren pulls me back. "It may not be safe. Let me and Ally scope it out," Lauren motions the small blonde over.

"Okay," I nod but my mind is somewhere else.

Lauren's POV

I snake my hand around Camila's back and grab her gun. "I'll come out if it's clear," I kiss Camila's forehead. I walk into Camila's home as I look around everywhere making sure there's nothing dangerous or anybody in here.

"Lauren!" Ally calls out.

"Yeah?" I follow her voice into the kitchen.

"Nobody is here but this is," Ally hands me a letter.

"It's a letter for Camila. Let's take it to her," I pick it up and walk back out the house.

"Is it clear?" Camila asks.

"Nobody is in there but this was," I hand her the letter as I hide the gun away.

Camila takes it and starts to read it...

Hello, love. You're probably wondering why the door of your old home was forced open and where your brother is?

I visited your brother down at the beach and well... I have him. I have the address where I'm waiting for you written down below. Don't bring any of the Miami Police with you or I'll kill your brother.

See you soon, love...

Camila drops the letter as her hands start to shake. "He..." She chokes over her words.

"Camila," I take her shaking hands in mine so I can still them.

"It's Chris... He has Gerald," Camila says in disbelief.

"Where is he, tell me the address? I'll call the Miami Police," I pull out my phone.

"Don't! He'll kill him," Camila grabs my phone and puts it away.

"Okay but let's just warn them," Ally says.

"Harry, Colson, and I will head over there. What time should we tell them to go over to the location?" Normani asks.

"30 minutes," I said.

"Got it," Normani nods and pulls out her phone to call an Uber.

"What's the address?" I run my hand through Camila's hair as I take my phone back, going to google maps. Camila told me the address as I type it in as I press enter making the route to it pop up. 

"I'm gonna show him to not fuck with me when it comes to my family," Camila shakes with pure anger, her voice dripping with venom.