JAKE'S POV
Eating a chocolate bar in the moldiest hotel room on Earth, instead of being in a warm, well-lighted room with a Mahagony candle burning in a corner with homemade food and the prettiest woman to have ever existed. That is a brusque change of situation. I miss those distractions that were giving life to the surrounding. It was a pleasant sound to hear the matches scratching against the box to light up. A pleasant smell of the food cooking in the kitchen. A pleasant sensation of Gloria's hand running through my hair. Every time she was passing next to me, I wished she would do it.
The only noise I have is the alarming sizzling sound of the lightbulb from the bedside table lamp. The only sensation I feel is the humid air making my body feel dirtier and dirtier as time passes by. I would rather die than use that shower. The brown-stained bathtub does not inspire me "clean".
The ladder to get to Theo is not ending. I climb, climb and climb again but it also appears like I am not moving and I am on the ground. It is midnight now. Time is not on my side here, hours slip away. Alan does not have one second to lose and my sanity either.
Elijah was a good teacher, he had years to perfect his skills. I am using every single bit of information he ever taught me. Theo must have made one mistake, a tiny one would be enough to help me there. I knew he has done one, somewhere. He does not have the patience and meticulousness to leave zero traces. I need to find it and the fog will clear up. But it's been hours now. I do not have that much hope in me in general, I am seriously starting to run out of it for good.
I wait for the resultats. It is all I do. I look for something, find a potential lead, then wait for long minutes to see all my efforts being for nothing. I tap my fingers against my lips, ready to throw that stupid wobbly table out of the window if I do not get a result again. Closing my eyes, falling asleep is all I want.
* Blink *
I open my eyes to verify if I just hallucinated. But my screen assures me that I heard well. I had a boost up the ladder, a gigantic one. An unexpected one.
I am inside his computer. I am inside Theo's computer. I could throw that table out of the window out of joy instead of frustration ! burst out laughing, hysterically. Hours of frustration and anger are not mixing well with tiredness and relief :
" Someone's a dead man ! " I whisper to myself, excitingly going through his files.I
do not have much time. If he spots me, I am the dead man. I stay focused and careful. This is not the time for me to make a mistake. Years of learning should prevent that. All the deleted data is right there, this is a gold mine ! Alan is free ! A file is catching my eyes. More files are hidden in them. All carry as a name the number of the room the victims were found in. I just won the jackpot. My ego is thriving. Perhaps I should not have a wide smile on my face as I watch videos of girls being stabbed to death. He recorded everything. Ever since I discovered it was him, I knew he would have been psycho enough to keep souvenirs. The strand of hair was not enough to experience the murder again.
This is good. Too good to be true ! I cannot do anything with the files. I cannot transfer them, copy them, or use them in any way shape, or form. It is well protected. It would not take me hours but days or even weeks. Plus I cannot stay that long on his computer without getting caught by him. My ego takes a big hit that calms him down right away. I sigh with frustration. I quit everything and get up. I need some air !
I grab my jacket left on the floor hours ago and a pack of cigarettes in my bag and quit the room. It is quiet outside. I doubt the few people here are tourists that needed a break.
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Tonight is the night we die
Fanfiction! PART ONE - COMPLETE ! ! PART TWO - IN PROGRESS ! _SPOILERS AHEAD _ _ The story takes place right after the end of chapter nine of Duskwood. It's following the same main story line with changes along the way. Some texts messages are changed, some...