𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 48

Days were passing by, but Moira was still nowhere to be found. As Vince took another sip of his whiskey, he let a sigh of despair. So many thoughts were rushing through Vince's mind when Mick suddenly appeared.
"Enough with the drink, man."
"Find Moira and I'll quit."
"I know you're in your worst times, but you have to get up and start searching for her."
"I don't know where she could be. I don't know who's Carl. I don't even know whether she's still alive-"
"I know her, she's not giving up on life that easy."
"But she tried to kill herself-"
"Her depression tried to do so. And so is yours."
"You don't understand-"
"I pretty much understand what's going on with your mind, Vince. You're scared of losing yet another dear person in your life."
"What should I do with these voices in my head?"
"What are they saying?"
"They're screaming in agony. They're shouting at me."
"What are they shouting?"
"That I have to find her."
"Then let's go. I'll drive."

Meanwhile, Moira started concentrating on some details from the picture in her head. Since the house tour, she couldn't stop thinking about the telegraph hidden in Carl's closet. Maybe one day she's going to use it. She knew the Morse code great enough to send a message to the police station. The thing was that she has to win Carl's trust. She could never guess that Carl and Nikki were the same person. However, that was about to change really soon. Since the kiss Nikki had with Moira, he couldn't stop thinking about the guilt that had started filling his forked soul. He tried to ignore the pain, or in other words numb it, using alcohol. But this evening was different. As he came back drunk to his old heroin house, he decided to reveal himself in front of Moira. He went to his room and put his disguise on. Then, he went to Moira's room. He saw that she has been crying before falling asleep. He started walking away from her sleeping body, for he hated seeing her with saddened face. But the fact that he was the reason for her cries was even worse for him. The love he got for her never faded.

Mick and Vince were at the station, Vince half drunk. Suddenly, Mick started:
"If we want to find Moira, we have to find out who Carl Serafino is."
"But how?"
"It's very simple if you think about it."
"Alright. Carl Serafino is a serial killer."
"He may be someone who got released from prison."
"And now he's seeking revenge on the person who sent him in prison."
"Yes. The thing we can do is-"
"Look at the archives and find the people who got sent in prison because of Moira's ability to find out even the slightest details."
"You're in a good shape for a half drunk detective."
"Replacement detective, sir. Moira is still alive. I know it."
As Mick and Vince were looking through the folders and the scribbles, Nikki's folder fell on Vince's legs.
"That's Nikki Sixx's folder. Why is his folder still here? He's dead."
"Maybe Moira had her reasons to keep it here."
"We'll check it last."

Nikki's POV

I'm tired of this game. I'm really tired. And the fact that I started everything is even more messed up. But Stacey's wedding was the worst thing that ever happened. Well, not the wedding, but the thing that happened after it. Moira sounded just like Deana. That really hurt me. I couldn't expect Moira to be this vindictive. And now she has to stay here tied up fallen asleep in her tears. I could have left this country and go to Italy instead. But no. I had to forget my heart in Moira's dirty hands. Sometimes, I regret what I've done to her. But then she reminds me of what real pain is and everything makes sense. I can't take it anymore. I have to tell her who Carl really is.

As Nikki made his way to Moira's room one more time this evening, he felt his heart beating fast. He was about to reveal himself and nothing else could stop him. If Moira really loved him and cared for him still, she would be glad he's still alive. But the fact that he lied to her and killed her sister was the turning point of the situation. Nikki entered the room and slammed the door as loud as possible. Moira woke up and saw the dark figure creeping from the shadows of the room.
"Carl? Is- is that you?"
"It depends on so many things, Moira. You see it's Carl but you can't see the man beneath the mask."
"Who are you, Carl? Tell me. I'm tired of this theatre."
"Teatro d'olore o teatro d'ira?"
"What?"
"Tornerai da me con le mani giunte, Moira."
"STOP WITH THIS ITALIAN, WHO ARE YOU?"
"Alright, alright. But I'm afraid that you're going to be really messed up after this."
"I don't care. Who are you?" As Moira asked once again with her cracking from the tears voice, Carl put his hands on his sad faced mask and slowly took it off. The darkness of the room made the moment more mysterious and evil. When Moira recognized the dark tall figure in front of her, she almost lost track of reality. The man who held her there against her will all this time was the one who she prayed not to be. Yet, deep inside she knew that Nikki was still alive.