I'm a Believer

eight.

Whitney got a call from Nate.

"Hello?"

"Whitney, where's Addison?"

"She's right here next to me. Why what's wrong?" Whitney seemed very concerned.

I mouthed the word 'what' to her and she shook her head.

"This guy is at the door and he won't leave. He's like, 40. I told him to screw off but he won't leave. Ask her who he is."

"Adds, who is this 40 year old guy wanting to know where you are?" she asked.

"Old teacher. I'll tell you more later," I replied. 

She told Nate what I said and hung up.

"Ok, that's Mr. Roberts. He molested me for quite some time, and when I finally retaliated, he kinda stopped. That uber guy who was talking about that picture, yeah that was Mr. Roberts. When we find Marshall, I'm gonna have him beat the daylights out of that sick, twisted, pervert," I said.

"Or...you could go to the police?" she suggested.

"Nah. See then he'll have it out for me. I'd rather just show him not to mess with us."

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I woke up the next morning to a knock on our door. I answered it to find a piece of paper.

"Whit, get over here. Look at this," I said while pointing to the paper.

"Don't just stand there, open it!" I opened the paper to find two words.

Abandoned garage.

I took the piece of paper and copied 'abandoned garage' onto a sticky note.

"Okay, so far, we have this address, Golden Gate Bridge, 26 North, and Abandoned garage."

"Maybe 26 North means like, 26 miles North," Whitney suggested.

"That's brilliant! And there, we'll find an abandoned garage! Let's go!"

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We got into an uber and told the guy 26 miles north. He followed and la dee da, we found a garage.

Inside, there were pictures of Marshall and the kids. Then there was the one picture we had together. I walked up to it and written in black marker, there was another clue.

"MOHE"

"What is it, Add?" Whitney questioned.

"It says mohe. What could that even mean?"

"I don't know. Spell it backwards, maybe." I did, and it came out ehom. "Well, never mind then. I have no idea."

I don't either. I have no clue. Suddenly I got a call.

"Hello?" I sound like a broken record.

"Ho ho ho!" Call ended.

Two minutes later, after still searching the room for more clues, I got yet another call.

"Me me me!"

I told Whitney what it said.

"That doesn't make sense either. Look, why don't we just go home tomorrow, and figure it out from there," she said.

"You're right. This is pointless. We probably won't find him while we're here. I wanna go home anyway," I responded. Then it hit me.

Home. Ho, Me. Ho+me= home.

"Whitney that's it! Ho and me equals home! I'll write that down; it might come in handy later."

Home. Back in Detroit, I'd probably find another clue.