Remember Me.

Chapter 19: Lilian

There where hundreds of emails, I started at the top glancing at the subjects seeing if anything looked suspicious or was from her.
There was an read email from someone named Rodger Syster subjected: M33 formula
I clicked on it.
Mr Sylar,
Attached is the formulas of this months shipping. As Miss Gordon and Mr Neilson's emails are strictly private, I've been given your contact as you have full clearance.
I ask that you forward this email to Miss Gordon as it is imperative that she receives it as soon as possible.
Thanks.
Rodger Syster.
Formula ? Shipping ? What the hell is this?
There was a buzzing noise i ignored it at first but it was consistent, and sounded like a phone. I listened it was a phone, I glanced around opening the draws from top to bottom the last draw was stuck I grabbed it with both hands and attempted to pry it open. It wouldn't budge.
Taking a closer look i noticed the a small key hole under the draws nob. shit. Unconsciously or maybe even out of habit I touched the necklace he gave me when we graduated, stroking it. Thinking.
It was a short silver chain with a small silver key hanging off of it with his initials engraved on the back along with a message
"as long as you have this my darling you have my heart and soul at your finger tips."
Key.... Key.... Where could it be.... A key.....
My key.
I grabbed the chain and pulled, it snapped and the little silver key fell on to the desk with a soft ping.
Rubbing the back of my neck I picked it up, and took a deep breath, inserting the key into the hole.
It slid in easily. For a second I paused but then turned it and pulled the draw open.
A small phone was in this draw as well as around fifteen yellow folders willed with later work.
I picked up the phone.
13 missed calls and 56 text messages.
None were me.
I wasn't even in his contacts.
All these names speaking stuff I didn't understand,
'Ice cream 12:15 the usual. Chocolate.'
What?
Aaron hates ice cream.
There we tons like this. Speaking like children or like .... Code.
I picked up one of the folders, the date 31/12/12 on the side Label.
2012? Okay then.
I opened it, it had a lists of names and addresses . Hundreds of names. All names I didn't recognise. Some were doctors, some lawyers some police officers. Some addresses were suburban some were out of state or country, looking through them I noticed there were pharmacies and hospitals as well as banks and defence force stations.
I turned to the next section, it had a whole bunch of scientific formulas on it. CO2, H3C and NH3 millions of these little codes covered this page.
Formula. This is what the man mentioned in the email. Formula for what though?
At the top it had the phenylacetone capitalised and underlined as a heading.
I sat back at the computer, and opened Google typing in the word.
I gasped. Opening the definition.
Phenylacetone. Methamphetamine.