We've got history! He's the past that gives me nightmares.
We've got chemistry! He's the present that makes my skin tingle.
We've got a lot in common, a roof and music to begin with.
My friends are his friends.
We like the same things or at least he...
First of all, I've got lots of hearts for all of you who have come this far with me, Bella and Iverson.
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You are amazing and this clueless writer hearts you!
Iverson paced back and forth in Biggie's living room, every thirty-five seconds he would stop behind the chair Biggie sat on and reel back and forth on his heels, then he would peer at the laptop Biggie was working on and groan at the lack of progress before repeating his activity all over again.
"Can't you make it go any faster?" He asked impatiently during one of his intervals. Time was crucial and every other second they spent without the knowledge of Daniel's whereabout felt like a pierce on Iverson's sanity.
"I don't hack for a living bro, but here's a thought the system might actually cooperate if you stop breathing down my neck." Biggie said, leaning forward towards the screen as he made several random clicks.
Claire huffed from her position at the corner of the room. "Maybe we should just call the police." She suggested a second time since the boys got back from Cynthia's place. Apparently Cynthia had gotten into her car and driven away like a scared cat without giving them the address to the house she said Daniel bought three months ago. Now her phone was switched off and she was probably out of the country already.
Iverson had gotten on the Internet immediately, Real Estates had public records and it didn't take long until he found not one but four houses tied to someone by the name 'F. D. Campbell'.
Iverson sooner made the connection, remembering Daniel's last name had been Campbell when they first met during freshmen, before he'd suddenly changed overnight and became Jacobs. The problem was three of the houses had their purchases and addresses privatized for whatever reason and the only available one happened to be the one Daniel wasn't in.
So Biggie offered to try hacking into the RE database to retrieve the information they desperately needed but so far they were short on lucks.
"Biggie, let's call the police." Claire whispered again.
"I'm almost through with this stuff." He said then casted a quick glance at his girlfriend and noticed her worried expression. "Look Cupcake, I fancy the cops as much as the next guy but it's been two fúcking weeks since Bella's been missing and look what incredible job they've done so far."
"Yeah, that ásshole inspector James is busier trying to get in her mother's pant than doing any real searching." Iverson snorted in annoyance. He couldn't believe the police didn't even bother checking out Daniel's acclaimed alibi, they only gave her a phone call?!
He didn't know much about law but if that was how investigation of a missing person was carried out in the country then God help us all.
