Yessica: The Saint of Writing...and Death

Yessica Holmes

I sent Vanessa and Jude away. I really hope that neither one get caught in what they were about to do. I took out my notebook and went inside the building. Like Jude described, it seemed normal. A few people walking to their respective areas. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "This is going to be harder than I thought." 

I visited the child psychologist first. She was a very nice old woman. "I'm sorry to bother you so late in the afternoon, Mrs. Hill. But, I just needed to ask some questions." I don't know why I did, but, speaking with a French accent was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. She either didn't notice or didn't mind what I was doing. 

"Mrs. Hill, do you know if there may have been any other therapists who also worked in the building?" She shook her head. "I'm sorry, darling, not many therapists worked here. Well, there was one." I perked up, "Who was it?" She laughed at my eagerness. "Yes, she would have her son come visit for his own appointments." I wrote down what she said. "It's a shame, he stopped coming and his mother moved locations." 

I thanked her for her time. This was going to be harder than I had thought. I looked around, everything seemed normal. I stopped in front a door with no names on it. No one was working in this room. I pulled on the handle. Really, locked? Who were they wanting to keep out? I took out a pin from my bag. If it can work in the movies, maybe it can work now. I looked around, the coast was clear. I pushed the pin into the lock. Great now what?  I looked around, "Now or never." I jiggled the pin around, hoping that something was happening. 

So after a few minutes and a quick search online, I actually got the door opened. I looked around to make sure no one would be coming my way. I squeezed myself in through the small opening I left myself. I closed the door behind me. The inside looked like a small and empty lobby. What did I expect? Absolutely nothing. I looked behind the empty desk sitting across from the door. There wasn't much, a few old office supplies, but, nothing important. I took the paper clips; they could be handy later. There were a bunch of conference rooms on the left side. On the right, there were a few offices. I took my chances with the right side. I jiggled the handles on the offices. Each one opened, "Did they just lock the front door only?" I asked to no one. What caught my attention was a full desk in one office. The room had a couch, a shelf, and an old computer. "They didn't even bother cleaning out anything? Just take the important stuff and go?" I sat down in front of the computer.

"Not even password protected?" I started at the screen. There was a few folder icons of past clients, nothing to write Jude and Vanessa about. "Hello, who are you?" A folder icon titled: Lin Miranda/etc. "Creative." I rolled my eyes. No way did someone just leave the work on the computer. The least I could do, is make a copy and delete the work for the person. I took out an old flash drive and connected it to the computer. I had some extra time to message Vanessa. She had been calling me, but, my phone was on silent. I couldn't risk getting caught.

Vanessa's voicemail had been very clear. They had found more flash drives. Jude had returned the old ones that weren't connected to the computer and Vanessa took some new flash drives. You'd think that, at some point in time, we should've felt bad for what we were doing. That maybe, just maybe, we should've stopped and moved on with our lives. But, no, we kept going. Vanessa and I were in the deep end. We couldn't give up anymore. I removed the flash drive when the folders finally downloaded onto the drive. I grabbed my bag and turned off the computer. I looked over the desk and shelves, taking a few more items. I even took a book. I put them all in my bag; no chances were to be taken from me. I left and quickly as possible.

I sighed in relief when I finally got back home. I snuck in through the fire escape. Vanessa and Jude were sitting on her bed, waiting for me. I closed the window, not bothering to say hello. I collapsed onto my bed. "I found some information and put it on an old flash drive I had. I was lucky that no one noticed me breaking into the office. It was in a secluded part, so, I got really lucky." I took off my bag offhandedly, not really caring about where it ended up. "Next time we play Sherlock, Vanessa can be Sherlock." 

I gingerly put the flash drives into my laptop and looked through them. After a quick break from everything that happened, I jumped back into my investigator mode. Each new flash drive had important information. Anything that had connections to the dates we found earlier, sat in a list in my notebook. I stopped on a date. "November 2014, anything important about that?" I grinned. Jude copied my grin, "Sebastian."

"2015, dates start to change. This is due to Hamilton." I had Vanessa write a shorter version of my list. A basic, straight to the point list. "This all started during and after In The Heights. 2010, he got married. The appointments slow down, no medication given or anything." Vanessa scribbled something down. "September 2009, he starts his appointments again. May 2010, he has a few appointments, seems more like check ups for whatever happened in September." Another minute of Vanessa writing. "2013.." I trailed off, my mind started to race as I started to piece together what was going on. "2016, he hosted an episode of Saturday Night Live." I moved the computer away, laying down on my bed. "I have to be wrong on this one.." Please let me be wrong.

(I may or may not have waited until last minute to write this. Anyway, I'm thinking of writing a prequel to this story. To focus more on Yessica and Vanessa. Or write a totally different story altogether.)