What happened to Finn Aster?

chapter 7

Noah nods, and heads to the elevator. He takes a deep breath and prepares himself for what he is about to do.

He enters the room and sees Isaac sleeping on the bed. He walks over to Finn's brother, who is also sleeping. He looks for any weapons near him and finds a Glock under the bed. He puts it under Isaac's bed, making sure that it is out of the way.

He finds another gun and a taser and sets them aside towards Isaac's bed. He then takes out the rope and prepares to tie up Finn's brother.

Noah looks over at Isaac, who is still sleeping and smiles to himself. He is about to take care of the one person who could ruin their plan.

Isaac's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Noah's back. "Psst Noah!" he whispered.

Noah turned around, his eyes narrowing as he took in Isaac's mischievous grin.

Isaac quickly moved to tie the rope around his own hands and legs, his movements swift and deliberate. "What are you doing?" Noah asked.

"Make me the hostage," Isaac whispered.

Noah's face lit up with a sinister grin. "We should fight," he said. "Let's get you bleeding."

Isaac's eyes flashed with anger, and he whispered, "Fuck you, man." He said in a hushed voice.

Just as Noah was about to respond, they knocked over a nearby object, and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. The sound echoed through the room, and Leo stirred in his sleep. He sat up with a start, rubbing his eyes.

Noah quickly sprang into action, tying Isaac's hands and feet with rope. He slapped a piece of tape over Isaac's mouth, and Isaac fake-struggled against his restraints. "Shut up, you traitor," Noah said.

Leo's eyes scanned the room, his gaze landing on an unfamiliar figure standing over Isaac. "Isaac, what are you doing up?" he asked, his voice groggy with sleep. But Noah just shook his head, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I'm not Isaac," he said.

Leo's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with confusion. He took in the sight of the stranger standing over Isaac, and his instincts kicked in. He reached for his phone and pointed the light at Noah's face, trying to get a better look. "Who are you?" he demanded.

Noah's smile grew wider. "Noah," he said.

Leo's eyes widened at the name. "How did you get here?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in alarm. He quickly moved into a defensive stance, his hand reaching under the bed to grab the gun he kept there. But his hand closed around nothing. "Looking for this?" Noah asked. He held up the gun, his finger wrapped around the trigger. Leo's eyes locked onto the weapon, his heart racing with fear.

Leo's eyes locked onto Noah's, his mind racing with fear. "What do you want from him?" he asked, his voice.

Noah's smile grew wider, "It's not Isaac that I want, it's you," he said.

Leo's eyes widened in horror as Noah's words sank in. "You deserve to be reunited with Finn, don't you think?" Noah said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Noah's eyes gleamed with triumph as he stood over Leo's prone body. He thought he had finally succeeded in killing the detective. But Leo was far from dead. He had been playing possum, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As Noah turned his back, Leo saw his chance. He quickly wrapped a blanket around Noah's body, immobilizing him. Noah wriggled and struggled, but Leo was too strong. He sat on top of Noah, pinning him to the ground.

"It's okay, Isaac," Leo said, looking over at Finn's boyfriend. "You'll be freed soon."

Isaac nodded, his face wet with tears.

Leo pulled out his phone and dialed his partner's number. "It's me," he said when his partner answered. "I need backup. Now."

Within minutes, three cop cars arrived, followed by a medical team. They handcuffed Noah and moved to do the same to Isaac, but Leo stopped them. "No, not him," he said. "Only Noah."

The officer looked at Leo in confusion, but he nodded and stepped back. "Are you okay, Isaac?" Leo asked as the medical team moved in to tend to his acquaintance.

Isaac grunted in pain, holding his stomach. "Shit, that asshole," he muttered.

Leo helped Isaac sit up, and he asked him, "Do you know where the beach is?"

Isaac coughed out a yeah and showed him the location on his phone. Leo's eyes narrowed as he realized where Noah had been planning to take them.

Isaac looked up at Leo, his eyes pleading. "I want to be with Noah," he said.

Leo was taken aback. "But he tried to kill you, why?"

Isaac's voice was flat, defeated. "I deserve everything. Let me be with him."

Leo knew that Isaac was still reeling from the trauma of his past and that he felt a twisted sense of loyalty to Noah. But he couldn't let Isaac go back to him.

"I can't do that, I'm sorry Isaac," Leo said gently. "You're innocent. You deserve better than him."

Isaac nodded, defeated. "I know."

"If you want, I can be your older brother," Leo said, his voice gentle. "I know why you want to be with Noah because he's your last family. But I'm here for you, Isaac. I'll take care of you."

Isaac looked up at Leo, his eyes searching. "Yeah," he said, his voice. "He is my last family member."

Leo sent an officer to watch over Isaac, telling him not to let him go until he returned with his partner and a cop car. Then, he turned to his partner, Clarissa. "Drive to the beach," he said. There, upon their arrival, Leo's eyes scanned the area, then set on a large lump of sand. It was about 5 feet long, and Leo instinctively knew this had to be it.

"Clarissa, check here for any clues," he said, pointing at the lump of sand.

"Yes, sir!" Clarissa replied, and she began to carefully dig around the sand.

After a few moments, Clarissa's voice rose in excitement. "Sir! I think I found her!"

Leo rushed over to Clarissa, his heart racing with hope. . As they uncovered the body buried in sand, Leo's expression changed from hope to disgust at the sight of the girl he took in when she was younger. "Finn what did that bastard do to you.?"

"Fucking psychopath, how could he do this to her?" Leo snarled, his voice rising.

The outburst from Leo sent Clarissa into an attempt to soothe him. "Leo, please-"

But Leo was beyond consolation. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" he yelled, his composure shattered.