How could she be so fine?

21 Out To Get Me - 1

"Do tell." I said praying to God right now he had something good to say.

"You said you think they were taken, right?" Tracii asked. I nodded, Izzy agreed with me.

"Okay, so, I am somehow on good terms with my ex and her new boyfriend has some job at the border. I could ask her boyfriend if some strange flight happened or something." He said shrugging his shoulders. A little hope appeared in my soul again.

"You serious?" Izzy asked a with a small smile on his lips.

"You know I wouldn't joke with such things. If that helps you, I'll ask."

"Thank you Tracii, thank you so much! I'm so sorry for all the bad blood, I'll never do it again." Even I was surprised with my words, I didn't apologized that much, almost never, but he, in this situation, was a life savior.

"Don't mention it, it's all good." He smiled sincerely.

"And when could you ask?" Izzy question after a few moments of silence.

"I could ask today."

"That'd be amazing!" I said pulling him in a hug. I was so stunned he would do this after all the shit I've put him trough.

"We were heading to our hotel, you can join us. We have to talk to Alan, our manager." Izzy suggested getting up from beside Kelly.

"Of course." They both got up. Kelly went inside and payed for what they had and quickly got back.

We walked to the hotel. Tracii explained a little more about how Michael, his ex's boyfriend, could help us.

When we arrived at the hotel I rushed on the stairs with the boys following me. We were supposed to meet Alan there and I wanted Tracii to talk to him now.

I didn't bothered to knock at the door. I walked straight in with Izzy, the boys fallowing us.

"Where were you?" Alan asked getting up from the chair. He was doing some paperwork at his desk.

"We crossed Tracii and Kelly and-" Alan cut me off.

"I don't care. I went to the police with Tommy and they said they can't help. I want you to think really hard on this, who would want to harm them?" I didn't got the chance to say anything as Izzy spoke first.

"A van, a communism symbol on the window, Hazel was on run. We think romanian police are the ones who took them."

"Okay, that's all you know?" He asked Izzy again.

"That's all we know."

"And why are they here?" Alan asked locking at Kelly.

"I'm Kelly."

"I'm Tracii." The guitarist shoke his hand.

"Alan." The manager said clearly waiting to find out why were they here. "Again, why are you here?"

"I have an acquaintance who works at the country's border and he could know if a strange flight happens, or, I don't know, something weird."

"And you?" Alan asked Kelly who was just standing there.

"What about me?"

"What are you doing here?" he insisted with the question.

"I-" I cut him off. Alan did this sometimes, just questioning without a valid reason.

"He's with Tracii." I said brushing off. "That's not important, what Tracii said is."

"What do you want me te say about that. I called you here because I wanted you two to pack your things, and drugs or whatever."