"What the fuck..." Lauren says lowly as Max and Helen show her the rest of the mural Monday morning. "What the actual..."
"We know." Max stops her and Lauren moves in closer and looks at the painted Helen.
"They even got the dots on your nose right. Jesus!" She says exasperated.
"Don't you think we know how crazy this is?" Helen angrily growls. "We need to find out this MMM. Maybe they're easier to find than Henry Whitman."
"How? How would they be easier?" Lauren asks and the wind comes out of Helen's sails.
"I don't know."
"Did you tell her about the dog?" Max asks and Lauren perks up.
"What dog? This dog?"
"Helen has been seeing that exact dog in her dreams for a couple of nights now. She even painted it—exactly how that one is." Max informs her and Lauren studies the dog and the rest of the image.
"I wonder who this person is." She points to the body that is laying face down in the forest.
"Must've been the person who was riding with Georgia when everything happened. They must've flew out of the windshield." Helen states and pints to the car.
"What's that in the corner over here?" Max asks as he points to the top right corner above where 'Helen' is. "It looks like..."
He begins pulling at a chip in the painting near the frame and the entire painting comes off to reveal a wooden backing of the frame itself- engraved in the wood is a single word.
Castro.
"Castro?" Helen asks as Lauren looks at the painting that was painted on a piece of tapestry cloth instead of canvas.
"Look you can use it as a table cloth." Lauren jokes and both Max and Helen shake their heads at her. "Jees, just trying to lighten the eerie mood around here."
"Isn't Castro the name of that Mill out in Queens?" Max inquires and Lauren googles it.
"Castro Lumber and Framing. Must be one of their frames."
"What are the likely chances they remember selling a 60x90 inch frame to some weirdo?" Helen asks and nobody has a decent answer.
"Well...worth a shot. Maybe they have records."
"On frames?" Helen justifies her question and Max sighs heavily.
"It's the most we have. Lauren, can you fold that up nicely or are you gonna wear it like a cape around school?" Max asks and she sighs and begins gently folding it.
"Could've made it a statement dress."
"The statement being fucked up and full of death?" Helen retorts.
"Sure- I've seen some of the outfits the Kardashians wear—this would be a total upgrade for them." She jokes and they head out of the basement. She hands the tapestry to Helen and as they lock the basement door and ascend the steps, Max stops at the display case and scans the name plates. "Whatcha doing?"
"If Henry worked here- maybe MMM did too. Maybe they worked on it together." Max states and they all begin looking for the triple M person.
"Hmm...no triple M's, but there is a man by the name of George W. Bush—not the president. Haha that's pretty cool." Lauren giggles and Helen sighs once more.
"Love how easily amused you are. It always made my job easier." Helen says and gives her a side hug.
"Huh...no one here. Dammit." Max says having finished scanning.
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
