The Phone Call

Chapter 12

She picked up the paper and instantly recognized Corey's handwriting: No Facebook, no MySpace, No Instagram, No Twitter, no social media The paper had be folded and opened numerous times, indicating that he had checked his list over and over.

She sat it to the side and the next was a print out of the bank account that they had opened for her showing that there had been no withdrawn since she left yet they still deposited money into it regularly. She frowned, why in the world would they do that? Shaking her head she sat it down and pulled out the next stack of papers, it was searching on every single bank in the state with no results of her name being found showing that she had no open bank account and it was searched every two weeks. There was also lists of every Academy team that they reached out to for help searching for her and what favors could be used yet every team refused. There was a print out of her phone being disconnected and no phone number being activated under her name. Corey tried searching for w-9s and 1099s for her as well but as they know knew there was no proof of employment anywhere in her name. There were notes from everyone on any ideas of where she would have gone, calls they had made, places they searched so everyone knew what they had done.

She couldn't believe it and yet there in her hands and lap was the proof that they had indeed been looking for her all these months. They used every resource they could to find her, and she had to admit a sense of pride rushed through her in the fact that they weren't able to find her. She used their own tactics against them to go ghost and it succeeded.

She gathered everything and put it back in the box then opened her wallet and pulled out a well worn piece of paper and put it in the box as well before shutting the lid and placed it back on the nightstand. She yawned, attached the pump, and closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep.

"Hey Pookie," Sean whispered as he opened the door. "Shhh, she's still sleeping," he whispered as he walked into the room. "We will just give them another—" He stopped talking when he realized the box was in a different position than when Kota sat it on the nightstand. He lifted the lid and saw a different piece of paper than he recognized in it. He shut the lid and handed it to Luke, "take this in the living room. She added something to it."

"Got it Doc," he whispered leaving the room.

"What is that noise?" North asked as he heard a very faint hum.

"She fell asleep pumping," Gabe whispered.

"Pookie," Sean whispered as he gently shook her.

"Doc," She yawned.

"Remove the pump, Pookie," he whispered, "I'll store the milk for you. Remove the pump and you can sleep better."

"Do it, Doc, I seepy," She murmured as she tried to go back to sleep.

"Okay," he smiled softly as he gently lifted her shirt. He removed the cordless pumps and handed them to North who left the room. Corey helped Sean get her more comfortable then they left the room.

"So, she looked at the evidence?" Brandon asked and Sean shrugged as he poured the milk into some bottles. "You don't know, Doc?"

"The box was moved and she put something in it but I couldn't read it for sure in the dark," he said as he stored the bottles.

"Do not touch the bank account," Victor read as he held up the piece of paper, "Use cash for all transactions, it can not be traced. Buy multiple burner phones, they can't be traced. Stay in hotels and pay in cash so there is no proof of transaction. Cut up all cards that can be traced back to them. Do not reach out to anyone that has connections to them. You are alone, prove them wrong."

"Fuck," North groaned as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath then slowly let it out.

"We taught her too fucking well," Gabe shook his head.

"Doesn't matter anymore," Axel shook his head. "We have her back in our lives and we have this chance to try and make it up to her. We also have to remember she isn't the same girl anymore, we have broken her heart so she is more guarded. We have to accept her new independence and learn how to live with it."

"We are willing and will obey," they all murmured as Kota shut the box and put it away.