12.24.07

6

1am - 05/11/2017

Unfortunately, this night could get worse because I have to sneak back into Harry's room for my bag. If he had caught me with the bag then this night would've ended differently. I guess leaving my bag there was a good and bad decision.

The search for his room was impossible. I don't remember which one is his because every hall and door look the same. I bump into people who are a bit tipsy and ask for directions. Luckily, they don't question me and point the way to the room.

I enter the hall and race to the door. I check my surroundings before going in. The balcony door was still open with wind blowing in. It was dark in here this time, but the lights from outside help my vision. When I get to the closet, my bag was gone.

Suddenly, shouting was coming from outside. I rush to the balcony to see what was going on. I look over the railing to see men swarming the forest of trees. Then I overhear someone speak, informing them that there was a death of a man.

"What?" I gasp softly.

As I was about turn around, a hand clamps over my mouth. My squeals were muffled by the hand and the shushes they blew in my ear. They pull me back into the now lit bedroom.

"Quiet, it's me." I hear Dylan's voice.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snap quietly, pulling away from him. "You don't just sneak up on someone like that."

"What are you doing in here?"

"I left something."

"Well you need to hurry up and go before Harry gets back." he warns me. "You're lucky he got called away. We were about to come in her-"

"I can't just leave," I tell him. "Someone here has my bag."

Dylan was about to speak until someone gets there before him. They were outside the bedroom door, getting closer.

"Hide, hurry!" he orders, nudging me.

I look around, knowing the curtains aren't a great place. I fall flat onto my stomach and slide under the bed. The door flies open with two pairs of feet.

"Dylan, we're on lockdown." the voice of Des booms throughout the room. "Santiago is dead, someone killed him."

"What?" Dylan gasps. "Are you serious? How? What happened?" he questions, but the other two ignore him.

"Dad, we can't keep these people here." Harry argues. "Some of them are innocent people and if we start aggressively interrogating them then our reputation will be ruined."

"Well, what do you prefer, Harold?"

"We don't do anything." he says. "If anything the killer was one of Santiago's enemies because no one else here is in his position. The person who killed him is most likely gone too."

"Santiago did have a lot of enemies." Dylan speaks up. "I for one did not like that guy and I'm sure others didn't like him. I didn't think someone would actually kill him. Are you sure he's dead? Maybe he's just messing around."

"Okay fine, we'll do it you're way." Des says, ignoring Dylan's comments then walks out of the room.

"Wow, who do you think killed him?" Dylan questions after the door was shut.

"I think I have a clue of who it was." Harry says, walking across the room then over to the bed. "That girl Lucy–" he continues, standing at the foot of the bed. "I caught her coming out of my room earlier then I find this."

"Oh– oh, this is mine." Dylan covers for me. "Yeah, I guess the maid thought it was yours."

Silence filled the air for a little while. The two pairs of feet facing each other.