Part 2: Chapter 9

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Ricki was on a damn warpath. She was literally knocking down every person in her way just to find one woman. But that woman could not be seen anywhere amongst the hundreds of cars now at a standstill on the road. When is there ever even this much traffic? Ricki thinks.

The universe always seems to be against Ricki's favor. Always.

Why did Faye have to catch us? Why wasn't that stupid back door locked? Why am I even around Eden?

Ricki pondered on all of this as she also thought of the most obvious places that Faye could have been. If Ricki didn't find Faye, she was basically a dead girl walking already. Ricki's mother would never hesitate to have a reason to make Ricki taste her own blood in her mouth.

In no time, Ricki spots the local pub, the Alibi Room, right across the street she was now on. The Alibi was run by Ricki's close neighbors, Kim and Vic. Her mother, father, and uncles would spend a lot of time there; indulging themselves in hours of endless intoxication. But someone else came to the Alibi to the do the exact same thing.

Faye.

Ricki arrives at the front door, and pretty much busts it down. She strutted in and noticed that not a single person looked at her for her outrageous entrance. It was like that all time. People were too busy playing cards, smoking, and drinking shots of tequila to pay attention to life around them. No wonder Ricki's parents never seemed to be around on Friday nights. Or any night.

Off to the side, Kim, who worked at the bar full time, was chatting with a couple of men and women over a few tall glasses of beer. Kim stops her conversation to pay more attention to Ricki, who is looking around the place as if she's lost something of great importance.

"Afternoon, Milkovich!" Kim calls, and Ricki looks back at her. "What can I do you for?" Ricki then walks up closer to the counter.

"Where's Faye?" Ricki asks, getting straight to the point. Kim looks at her puzzled.

"Faye who?" Kim asks back, and Ricki immediately senses suspicion in Kim's question.

"Don't give me "Faye fucking who"!" Ricki demands to Kim's surprise. "How many people come in here named Faye?" Ricki continues.

"Relax, princess." Kim softens her voice much to Ricki's irritation. "It's not that uncommon of a name. Faye Miles over there is a substitute math teacher who enjoys Sudoku." Kim informs Ricki, pointing to a 40 year old woman sitting alone at a booth. "There's Faye McCoy. She comes in every Wednesday with her fake book club members. And there's also Faye Stason. She's a retired crossing guard." Kim finishes, as she points to another lady playing pool with a couple of other men. "You see?" Kim taunts. Ricki, roughly, puts her hand through her hair.

"Faye Gallagher." Ricki states.

"Oh." Kim says. "Check the Rusty Hammer. They have Happy Hour at around 9 to 11." Ricki grumbles. All that time wasted and, in the end, Faye still wasn't even there.



It wasn't anywhere near 9 pm yet, so, to pass the time, Ricki decides to go over to the Gallagher home. As Ricki gets closer and closer to the neighborhood, she looks around to see if anyone she knew would come up to her, knowing what she and Eden were up to. But as Ricki quickly makes it to the Gallagher's back door, she realizes that no one has found out from Faye. Yet.

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