𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 37

The night seemed eternity. While Stacey was leaving her sister, Tommy met his threatener. He was wearing a sad faced mask and a long black robe. He grabbed Tommy's arms and led him to a black jeep with blackened windows. Stacey couldn't go back home so she stopped by a bar. There were few people including Rick Ashton in his normal look consisting of black hat and sunglasses.
"Good evening, barman. I would like a glass of whiskey."
"Whiskey on the way."

Rick was nearby, ready for the big moment. When Stacey got her glass of whiskey, he prepared the poison. She went to the toilet. Then Rick poured the liquid in her whiskey and went out. She came back and drank the whole glass. When she went out as well, Rick bumped into her and started working on the second part of the plan.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Tommy Leopold?"
"I'm his wife. What's the matter?"
"Oh thank God, actually you're the one I wanted to talk with. Would you let me take you at my place? I heard you're a designer and I need your help about a dress my girlfriend had tore by mistake."
"It's really late Mr..."
"I'm Rick."
"Rick... um... Oh, well... I-" Stacey suddenly got a blackout. Rick grabbed her and began step three of the plan.

"Where am I?" Tommy woke up in a strange place.
"Welcome to hell, my friend. I'm Carl Serafino." Carl spoke in his surrealistic devilish voice.
"You... You called me, right?"
"I told your wife not to tell Moira about me, but she just doesn't want to listen. I think she even told her sister about you, Tommy Lee."
"Where do you know who I am? Wait, Nikki hired you, right?" Tommy panicked.
"Hahahahaha, think again T-Bone." The assumptions Tommy got in his mind about Carl were two: 1) Carl Serafino and Nikki were closer than ever. 2) Carl is Nikki. But then Tommy remembered Nikki's previous name.
"Nikki. That's you?" Tommy got terrified when he saw his best friend underneath the mask.
"Well, I was Frank, I was Carl, I was even Nate, but these are just names, right, Tommy Lee?"
"After all the things I've done for your good, you're gonna kill me?"
"Are you stupid, man? Why should I kill my best friend."
"I'M NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND ANYMORE, SIXX."
"Okay, okay. I hope this tape will shut your mouth long enough. I have a lot of stuff to do."

Meanwhile, Moira was freaking out. Stacey didn't text her at all. Even if she was ok, she should have warned her. But Moira didn't get a message. Suddenly, an unknown number appeared on the phone screen.
"Hello?"
"Well, well, well... if that ain't Moira Adams."
"Who are you?"
"You already know me, detective."
"Carl Serafino, right?"
"Wow, the way you said my name... like I'm some fucking legend. I'm honored."
"What do you want?"
"Nothing much. I just administer justice."
"Who do you think you are, the fucking president or something? Don't fool me. What do you want, Serafino? I don't have time for your games."
"Calm down, detective. You have to calm down. Your genius mind gets clouded by your anger."
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?"
"I want you to know that one day we'll meet. And when that happens you won't even suspect it was me who kidnapped those women."
"What did you do to them? Fucked them? Beat them? Murdered them?"
"I think it's been known already. Oh, I forgot. I did justice to them and buried their bodies at some places which you can never find."
"Even that young sixteen year old girl? You fucking pedophile."
"She was already experienced, unlike you."
"HOW COULD YOU... Wait, did Nikki Sixx hire you? He probably told you everything about everyone."
"I'm not a type of person who prefers to be bossed around like a puppet, milady."
"But-" He hung up leaving Moira asking herself thousands of questions.

Hours passed and then Moira received the message she was the most scared of:

I'm sorry Moira, I really wanted to help you, but I lost my life. I hope you'll forgive me for being stubborn.
P.S.: My murderer was kind enough to poison me first.

She dropped her phone and rushed to her car. Moira hasn't driven that fast in her life. The only thing that mattered was to catch Stacey's murderer before it's too late. She was sure it was Tommy. Only Stacey's husband can be kind enough to kill her mercingly. She passed by the police station so fast she caught Vince's attention. He recognized her car immediately. Then he decided to follow her. When she reached Tommy's house he was nowhere to be seen. When she entered the bedroom she saw Stacey lying unconscious on the bed. The whole bed was covered in blood. Stacey's heart was missing. Moira fell down the floor. Then all of a sudden Vince grabbed her shoulders and hugged her.
"Moira, I don't know what to say."
"No need to say anything, Vince. I'm guilty. I- I allowed her to come back here. She- she was at my house all scared and- and-"
"It's okay, Moira. Calm down, you'll tell me everything when we're done with the reports, okay? You have to be strong if you want to find your sister's murderer."
"My Stacey is dead, Vince... She- she-"
"I'm sorry, Moira. I'm gonna do the best I can to find her killer."
Vince noticed a present box on the floor. Then he opened it and saw Stacey's heart inside. When Moira saw it as well, she ran away crying. She got in her car and drove off. Who could guess she would stop in the bar her sister had visited before her death. When Moira got there she bumped into the person she wanted to see the less, but needed the most.