In The Name Of . . . (Sequel to Fault Line) [Completed]

Chapter Seven

I reach the end of the driveway where Lizzy and Richie were speaking in low voices. They stop talking when I approach them.

"We ready to go?" I shove my hands into my pockets.

"Yep."  Richie smiles at me.

We all silently walk back to the hotel, no one saying anything or talking to anyone. Feeling the tension, I wonder what they were talking about. Actually, now that I think of it, it actually looked like they were fighting about something. But what they were arguing about, I have no idea.

Back at the hotel room, I drop my stuff in the corner near the window, looking out at Portland.

Richie sits down at his computer, typing away frantically at his keyboard.

I set up my little bed space with the blankets and the small travel pillow Lizzy gave me. My bed is made within a matter of seconds and sitting on it is the only other option I have right now.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting some sleep." I break the silence, looking at them through almost closed eyes. I am really tired right now. I lie down on the blanket bed and my heavy eyes close as I drift into my dreams.

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The sun shines in my eyes, causing me to stir in my sleep. I don't want to get up yet. Someone shakes me, I groan in response.

"C'mon, Lana. Time to get up."

"But I don't wanna." I mumble into the tiny pillow.

"I know, but there are some things worth doing things you don't want to for though."

I lift my head slowly to look at Lizzy. She is dressed a little nicer than her usual faded jeans and dark colored sweatshirt.

"Alright." I sigh, feeling the texture cold but soft texture of clothing being shoved into my arms.

"Here are some nicer clothes, you're going to need them." Lizzy says, rising and walking over to Richie's computer.

I fully sit up and look at the clothes in front of me. Nice dress pants and a dark blouse. What are these for?

I meet the guys outside after changing into my new clothes.

"So what are these get-ups for?" I ask.

"So we just don't look like random teens off the street. Now we look like we are professionals at what we do." Lizzy replies.

"And what is it that we do?" I raise my eyebrows.

"We collect research for the local newspaper writers." Richie smirks.

"Is that even a job?"

"Yup, though since it's volunteer work," Lizzy looks at me. "We don't get paid."

"Right." I mumble. Why would I get a job like that? Why would anyone? 

Without giving so much as a warning, Lizzy turns sharply onto someone's driveway, Richie and I follow, though I try to stay in the back.

Lizzy knocks on the door, Richie and I stand slightly behind her. We got Stacy's address back at the hotel, Richie apparently has some major computer skills. The door opens and a young woman stands in the entryway.

"Can I help you?" The woman asks us.

"Yes, are you Stacy Neuman?" Lizzy asks, looking eagerly at the woman.

"Uh, yeah. That's me, why?"

"Ms. Neuman, we would like to ask you a few questions about your confrontation with Jane Carter."