Trouble in Tiltown

The Clone

Footsteps get closer and once revealed, there stood Diego by an intimidating Abraham. Even Diego hovered over Abraham, however he still kept his cocky attitude.
"What's going on here?" Diego questioned Abraham before looking at James and I, concerned. Abraham sucked in his cheek with a smirk with irritation before facing Diego.
"I think these two broke in and locked it so they wouldn't get caught." He scoffed. Diego walks around the restroom before standing in front of us, blocking us from Abraham's view.
"Sir, what would these boys be doing in a restroom with nothing in their hands? Clearly they got trapped in here by accident. I got this under control." Diego attempts to dismiss the situation to Abraham. Abraham looks over Diego's broad shoulders to glare at us momentarily.
"Whatever." Abraham spat and walked off as his heels clicked against the pavement. Diego then turned to us, letting out a huff of breath, relieved.
"Thank you, we got trapped in here since last night." James says with gratitude.
"Abraham is weaker than you think." Diego states before we follow him out of the restroom and out into the warm summer air.
We follow him to his car before he gets in, "How do you mean?" I inquired him as his eyes look up to me through his open window.
"Do you trust me?" He asks. James and I both give each other an expression of uncertainty.
"Sure." James suddenly blurts as I give him my widened eyes. He shrugs in response to me.
"Get in then." Diego smiles as he pats his leather passenger seat. I sighed in defeat as I took the front seat and James took the backseat. As the sun rises higher, it hits the leather of the seat I sat in, making me sweat more and more. Diego took notice of this as I saw him look at me in the side of his dark eyes.
"We'll be there in just a second, hold tight." He says, his voice softened with kindness. And he was correct, as we slowed down into a long driveway leading up to a small home. It held colorful flowers alongside the sidewalk leading up to the front screen door. Cottage like, it appeared homey. Unlike most homes here.

As we walked in, he stopped and turned to us.
"Hold tight here for a minute." He says before grabbing a bottle of pills and going off into a room down the hall. James and I looked at each other as if we both had something to say at the same exact time.
"You first." I whispered to him. His eyes look around the room and once he finished taking the appearance in, he looked at me once more.
"So, a cop lives in an old lady's home. That's a bit-
"Weird? Yeah, a little bit." I shrugged looking at the white lace placemats on the dark wooden coffee table that sat in the small kitchen to the left. To the right, there laid the living room. The carpet was a fluffy white, as though it had never been stepped on with dirty shoes. The sofa was white with pink flowers on it and an old vintage tv in the corner. I walked into the living room as I feel James follow me like a child. A frame was standing up on top of the tv. Picking it up, I realized it was Diego, perhaps when he was younger. Standing in a cop uniform with an older lady next to him, smiling. It wasn't an eerie smile, or a smile with secrets, but a genuine one, and you don't see that often here in Tiltown.
"That's my beautiful grandma, María." A voice says from behind us, nearby. We both flip around as if we had just got caught doing something bad. James and I both clear our throats awkwardly.
"It's nice." James says. I nudge his side harshly and he coughs before forcing a fake smile to Diego. Diego waves his hand, as to follow him, so we did just that. As we walk into a darkened room, he shuts the door behind us.
"This is my home office." He says before flicking a fluorescent light on. James and I stood in the middle of the room with silent surprise as the decor of the room was revealed to us. On the wall, there were cork boards with people's faces on them. Alongside their faces, was sharpie, written in red.

Alexis Stone? Kidnapped or willingly so? Next to it, came more photographs. Women, men and even children.
"What is all of this?" I questioned him while my eyes stayed glued to the board.
He walks up beside me, "This is years of me trying to figure out Tiltown." He admits as he lets out a gruff sigh.
"H-how many years?"
"About a year after I started working. For my grandmother." He said as he took in his own work himself. I turn my head back to James who shot his head towards me, his cheeks getting red.
"Is that who you were bringing that bottle of pills to?" I asked. He nods slowly with closed eyes, his dark eyelashes brushing against skin.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized as he begins to rummage through his desk drawers that had a pile of folders and binders on the top of it.
"It's okay. She begin not feeling well two years ago, and I've cared for her since then." He says as he struggles his search for something in his drawer. James suddenly comes over to join in on the conversation.
"What's wrong with her?" James bluntly asks.
"James!" I harshly whispered to him before shoving his shoulder. Diego stands to his feet with folders in his hand.
"She's..," he pauses momentarily as though it had pained him to say, "It doesn't matter. I brought you two here for this." He suggests a new topic as he shoves the folders into my hands.
"What's all this?" I asked him. He nods at them instead and I open it up. Revealed to me is records of Abraham and all of the residents that have lived or are living in Tiltown.
"Ever since Abraham showed up to Tiltown, people have been going missing." He states.
"Diego, we already know. He's trying to clone people so when those people go missing, nobody asks any questions." I explained to him with sympathy for him. His face twisted into frustration, almost as if he had been offended.
"I already knew that! But, I know something that nobody else knows." He says.
"Well? Go on then." James said as he grew impatient.
Diego softens his face as he calmed down, "This Abraham, is not Abraham."