Chapter 4

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   Finn's pov

I stepped inside the house and started walking around unsystematically. The pictures that Georgina showed me were disturbing and they could not even for a second leave my head. What scared me was the fact that I had seen such accidents before and I knew they were unusual. I did not want to believe that someone I knew, my mom for instance had something to do with it.

"It can't be. It's impossible." I convinced myself.

"Finn" Liam, my eleven years old brother called from the stairs startling me. I had gotten carried away that I forgot to check on him when I got home.

"Hey buddy," I said and chuckled lightly.

"How was school today?" I asked.

"Mrs Morgan taught us how to write a story." He responded

"Ooh wow! What about you go write me a story about anything and I will read it before I go to bed?" 
"And if it makes me happy I will buy you a...

"A big chocolate," He said cheerfully. He loved chocolates.

"Okay then go and do that," I said and he ran to his room. I needed time to process everything that was going on. I sat on the couch with my hands on my head. A few minutes later I walked to my mom's room. I needed to check if I could find anything that could maybe link my mom to Georgina's parent case.
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I moved around my mom's room turning to leverage around and still I could not find anything helpful or something that connected my mom to the Davis. The only thing I found were old perfumes, old clothes and some useless documents. I finally gave up on the search and decided to leave my room. However, as I was about to walk away a portrait of my moms caught my eye. It was dusty but still, I could see my mom's face. I walked over to where the portrait was hung and started wiping off the dust from it using a piece of cloth. 
Unfortunately, the nail that it was hanging on was rusty and loose and so the portrait fell on the floor. 
To my surprise, a locked metallic box was fixed on the wall and the portrait was probably meant to hide it. 

"What do you got here, mom?" That was my mind wondering as I moved my fingers on the box. The padlock was pretty strong and there was no way my bear hands were going to break it. 
   
"Finn?" Liam called from the living room even before I could think of what to do with the box. I stepped out.

"Buddy are you done writing me a story, already?."

"No. I am hungry," He said softly. His soft voice made me feel like a bad big brother to him. The case had again made me forget my responsibility to Liam.

"Okay, I will cook for us now. What do you want me to cook for you?" I asked him

"Rice and meat stew," He said smiling at me. I knew it was his favourite meal.

"Okay," I said and walked to the kitchen leaving Liam on the couch.
 

# Georgina
I walked inside Marcus's shop and spotted him at the counter with a client. Once our eyes locked I smiled at him and immediately he stood up. He directed his client to one of his employees and started walking towards me putting on a serious face.

"Hey, everything alright?" I asked as soon he covered the distance between us. Instead of responding, he grabbed my hand and directed me into his office. He locked the door once we were inside.

"What's going on, Marcus?" I asked

"You stole some papers from my file. What the hell, Georgina?" He asked angrily.

"I didn't steal them."

"Don't act dumb with me. I am missing some papers from the file. The newspaper and the picture." He said 
"Why did you steal my papers?" He asked again

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