Nothing On You

Chapter Twenty

Author's Note 

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"Make sure you get G over to Phil. Let mom, dad, the girls and the band know I'm alright." I say as we stop and the door to the cells. "If you hear anything about Iz, let Phil know." Tyler nods curtly. 

"You'll be out of here in a matter if hours Bruno, just keep your story in check and tomorrow when they ask you the same questions, answer them all truthfully. We cannot afford you appearing speechless as you were today. No more suspicion should fall on you."  I nod as I am escorted though a door, leaving Tyler standing in the lobby. The guard and I reach a table.

"Empty your pockets Mr. Mars," The guard says as he pushes a plastic container in front of me. I don't even bother to ask if I can get a phone call, they already suspect me. Soon my face will be plastered all over the news anyway. I take out my wallet and keys setting them in the container along with my fedora. Lastly I take out my phone, turn it off, and set it in the container. 

I can only hope that there will be information on Iz soon, thinking about what happened to her...that it has something to do with me... I just...I can't. Seeing how quickly news stations got wind of who Izziah is and the relationship that she and I shared, everything spread like wild fire.

The price of fame.

The guard escorts me down a brick hallway; we walk to the end, make a left then a right before he stops me in front of an empty cell. The pale blue walls a bare, with no windows, there's no natural light. There's a bed on the left pushed up against the wall with a single pillow at it's head. A set of sheets sit on the bed, folded in a perfect square; ready to be set. On the other side of the room is a sink, mirror and a bathroom stall, where I assume the toilet is. I step back as the guard pulls out his keys to open the door. 

"Here you are," I slides the door open with one hand before clipping his keys back on a belt loop. He looks at me as thought to usher me into the cell. I walk in and turn around to face him again. He slides the door shut and locks it. "See you in the morning Mr. Mars." He says, his voice a monotone. He makes his way down the hall, he rubber soled shoes making barely audible squeaks as he disappears on the second turn. 

I start with the bed sheets, unfolding them the before stretching them over the mattress. Once the pillowcase is on I climb in to the bed, hands folded behind my head. Staring up at the blank ceiling, I breath slowly trying; I have to keep myself together. Everything is going to be resolved in the morning.

Iz I hope you're doing ok; I'm going to find out what happened to you even if you want nothing to do with me. 

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"Mr. Mars, what did you do after Ms. Tremaine packed up her things from your apartment and left you?"

The same investigator from the yesterday asks me, sitting across the table in a crisp grey suit. His glasses, barely stay wedged on his nose as he looks at me from above them, his eyes boring holes into me. I look him dead in the eyes, holding my focus as he tries to break me. Feeling the tension rise in the room, particularly from Tyler and I finally decide to speak. 

"I broke my coffee table and then left for a walk. I walked few dozen blocks before asking a guy for a cigarette that I smoked for a couple seconds before disposing of." I pause. 

"Continue." says, his gaze relaxing. 

"I returned home and smoked one of my electric cigarettes before I showered and then went to bed."

"Is that all?" He inquires almost raising his left eyebrow as he looks over the statement I wrote up with Tyler. 

"Yes." I say evenly as I sit back in my chair. 

"Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts?" Tyler gets up a VHS tape in his hands; he slides it into the TV set and we watch it. The time rolling in the corner. I watch Izzie, Cristina and Devi leave with all of Iz's things. Fifteen minutes later I see my self exit the building. As Tyler, the investigator and I watch, Tyler gives a play-by-play of my actions until I return to my apartment. He also explains that the door man keeps track of everyone who comes and goes.

"If you would like to speak with Raymond, the door man,  he is available later today. Other than that I would like to assume that my client has been cleared of all suspicions." 

"Mr. Mars you are cleared, you are free to go.You can pick up your personal affects from the guard at the door.

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A sigh of relief washes over me as I put my things back in my pockets. Thank God. I put my fedora and Raybans on as Tyler and Darrien escort me to the door. I take a deep breath as Tyler pushes the doors open, the paparazzi flogging me with questions before I can even breathe. 

"People say that you had nothing to do with your ex-girlfriend's kidnapping is that true?" 

I ignore all the questions and climb in to the back of the car. Once I'm settled I take out my phone and turn it on. Bombarded with all kinds of messages, my phone starts ringing.

Phil: B, got some new information on Izzie. You wouldn't believe it.

Twitter Feed: We know you didn't do it Bruno, you'll be out soon!

Presley: Bru, I know you had nothing to do with this. Tell us what's going on.

I reply to Phil first my fingers flying like lightening speed across my keyboard.

Me: Meet me at the studio.

Phil: Already there. Devi Cristina and Michael and a couple of the guys are here too.

Me: I'll be right there.

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"Bruno, you have to see this." Phil gets up from the couch and he pulls up a window on his laptop and the kidnapping video starts rolling. Devi glares at me for a second but soon her look fades. Cristina watches me as I go to watch the clip. Michael holds an ice cold glare as wait. "I know we've watched his so many times already but, this is the whole video; the news never aired the whole thing. "

Phil hooks the laptop up to the TV as we all watch closely. It runs as it did before, the 2 men in black 1 taking Iz while the other takes Lani. But as the video comes to an end I see a 3rd person walk on to the screen. It's a woman...in heels...She has long, wavy dark brown hair from what I can make out. As she stops I focus on her features, a tiny frame, she flips her hair as she looks down at Iz on the ground in pain.

The woman turns, her face almost completely visible on  the screen.

Natalie.

I stand and stride out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I scroll though my call log. The restricted number Natalie used to call me from, illuminates my screen. I hit it and put the phone to my ear. The dial tone starts. One, two, three, four. Then nothing. 

"The number that you are calling is is either disconnected or no longer in use ple-" I hang up and nearly throw my phone across down the hallway.

Of course she doesn't want to answer now. She better run.