A Touch of Life

15

Seamus had found the address of Madison McAdams, and also had a list of various places she could be hiding if she wasn't at her house. Seamus pulled a picture of the girl out of his pocket and handed it to Emmie.

"She's quite a reputable businesswoman, and is also ridiculously rich. They had a 'side business' of importing stolen relics from somewhere overseas and auctioning them off online anonymously over here. Never been convicted for it. We should go to her penthouse, she got away from her family first, she won't be staying at the family home I'd guess," Seamus reeled off all of the information he had, whilst Emmie stared at him open mouthed.

"Where did you even get all of this information from?" he asked incredulously.

Seamus smirked and tapped his nose.

"I have my connections," he said smugly.

"What's the plan of action?" asked Fleur, who had begrudgingly agreed to sitting in the back behind Seamus. She'd grumbled about Emmie being paranoid, and scowled at him whenever Emmie caught her eye in the mirror, but Emmie could see her trying to hide a smile.

"We go in and see if she's alive. If she's alive we ask her where the pendant is, get the pendant, and go home. If she's dead, we bring her back to life and find out where those scumbags would have gone, and then we go hunt them down."

"Sound simple enough," said Fleur.

"Yeah, sounds it," muttered Emmie.

They pulled up to Madison's flat complex, apparently hers was the top floor. It was a rather posh looking block, much more extravagant than Emmie's. It had actual working automatic doors, and the lifts didn't clunk and creak as they moved like they did at Emmie's place. Emmie still liked his flat better; it was more homely, this place was just snobby.

Seamus stood in front of the flat's door, with Emmie and Fleur either side of him. Seamus rapped his knuckles against the door a few times, and waited.

Nothing.

They waited a while more, and then Seamus knocked a little louder. There was still no response, and Seamus sighed and rolled his eyes as if it were a personal injustice to him.

"Okay move out of the way," Seamus said shortly, striding backwards a few steps.

Emmie obediently scurried to the side, he'd learnt not to question what Seamus did. But Fleur stood still, looking perplexed.

"But no one's in, what are you doing?" she asked.

Seamus rolled his eyes, still walking away from the door. Eventually he stopped and took a deep breath, staring at the door ahead of him.

"I know he's here, and we need to get in," replied Seamus, before sprinting towards the door, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum.

Emmie put his hand over his ears just as Seamus made contact with the door, slamming into it with his shoulder. Emmie heard a muffled crack and then he saw Seamus disappear through the door with a squeal.

Both Emmie and Fleur hurried to the door to see a gaping hole, with Seamus' legs hanging out of it and the rest of him sprawled across the inside of Madison's flat.

"The door was weaker than I expected," muttered Seamus, hauling himself up and brushing himself off. Both Emmie and Fleur looked to each other and tried their hardest not to laugh.

Once Emmie and Fleur had made it through the Seamus-sized shape in the door, they all edged through the flat warily. Emmie found a half drank cup of coffee, a phone, and saw that the laptop in the corner of the room was still switched on.