Uncle Albert and I don't really talk.
Ever.
In fact, I've told him more than once I hate him.
I knock loudly on his locked door. the twins are with Spencer right now.
He opens the door and raises his eyebrows.
"I thought you hated me." He says.
"I do." I say. "But if you want to fix it, I need your help."
"Does this involve Spencer?" he asks.
"Yes." I say.
He nods slowly. "Alright." He says. "I think your Dad is a cunt."
"Me too." I say, stepping in the house. Christmas Eve is tomorrow.
"Alright kid, talk to me."
"I have a full scale plan." I say.
"Alright." He nods.
"Okay, so plan B is I want you to pay someone to be a fake news reporter. I want you to pay ABC Action news money to put a fake story of about how Jane Doe was found in dead in her home with two twins. She overdosed on drugs. I want my name mentioned."
His eyes light up. "This is a brilliant plan. Spencer will see it, stop by to get some of the kids things or something, or just to feel your memory, and you'll be there."
I nod.
"Okay. What's plan A?"
"Plan A is that you find where he's staying. I assume he got a house or an apartment or such. Tell me the address. Leave the rest to me."
"Will this involve breaking the law?" he asks.
"Yes." I say.
"And if A and B fail?" he asks.
"Then I sneak into the back or the car of whoever comes to pick up my children next time and I ride in their car to Spencer's place."
He nods.
"I'll get digging." He says.
"Alright. Call me."
He nods.
I walk out the door and go home.
After seven hours later at eight at night, I get a phone call.
"I found his place. It's Griffith Park Place Apartments, building G, floor two, room 789."
"Are you positive?" I ask. "I need you to be positive. If you aren't, I'll go to prison."
"I'm also one hundred percent. If you go to prison I'll bail you out." He says.
"Swear?" I ask.
"Yes." He says.
"Alright. Thanks."
"Any time, kid."
I hang up. I lost all the baby weight. All I do is work out because I've been so upset. I've been about two and a half weeks since I've seen Spencer. The doctor gave me the okay to have sex again.
I strip naked and take a shower. I blow dry my hair and put it up and a messy bun. I pull on black skinny jeans and a black hoodie and black combat boots. I put my phone on vibrate in my pocket.
I walk out of the house with my keys and get in my car and drive to the place. I know where it is because I used to pass it every day on the way to the park.
I park away from the complex and walk there.
I go up to the second floor. I didn't see Spencer's car.
