"Roger?" I hear Tara's voice.
"Five more minutes-" I grumble and turn to the other side.
"ROGER?"
I get up sensing the worry in her voice. I open my eyes, to see a red-eyed Tara looming over me. I pull myself into a sitting position and look at her. "What happened, is everything okay?
Tears threaten to fall as she shakes her head. I gently tug at the hem of her shirt. "Tara, what happened?"
"Tyler's missing."
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*a few hours later*
We've tried his phone at least 16 times, we've driven around the neighbourhood asking for him. After yesterday night, Tara and I came back home and Roger was right behind us. Tara's sniffles fill the car as I drive past another road. My headlights are on and we stop at any sign of movement. Where could he have gone?
"Did we check the pub? He could be there." Tara's eyes widen as she points to a small hotel on the side. I pull over and park the car. "We'll check."
I enter and the aroma of food completely submerges us. It would have been dark if not for the on lights flashing everywhere. "He comes here often?" I ask. It's a fairly small pub but it's maintained perfectly. There are photos taken by local photographers on the wall, tables with barstools, a small dancefloor complete with a DJ stand! It's way more than a pub. On the other side of the room, there's a small place with beanbags and a bookshelf in a glass room. I see a few people reading, unfazed by the noise outside. What a place-
"It's the official meeting place of our group. We meet here to exchange private information."
I nod and continue searching for him. Tara calls up a barista and from the looks of it, they know each other. She greets Tara by pulling her into a hug and gently kissing her cheek. Seeing Tara's worried look, she puts the glasses she was holding down and nods for Tara to continue.
"Have you seen Ty?"
The barista shakes her head. "La negativa-"
Tara's face falls and she mutters a half-hearted thanks.I lead her out of the pub when I feel a hand on my shoulder. It grips my shoulder and I am reminded of the distinct way a hawk grips it's prey, it's talons digging deep into the muscle. I force the image out of my head and hear a voice.
"Why are you searching for him?" I turn to see who had spoken, but no one was there. Confused, I turned back.
"You won't find him." The voice drawls."Alive, that is."
I steady myself and tried to push the thought to the back of my mind. Tara didn't hear anything but seemed really out of it.I don't know what to say and neither did she. I wasn't going to tell her about the threat. It was probably just a figment of my imagination anyway. No need to concern her about this with all the stress she's already going through. We'd get to the bottom of this soon.
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