Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"This is so unnecessary," Amé sighed, sitting at the couch in jeans and a blouse while Soo-young, Donavan and their friends sat on the sofas across from her.
"It's been a week," Salvatore told Amé. "Doesn't that worry you?"
Amé shook her head, and looked down at her nails.
Truth is, Amé was fucking terrified. Last night the worry had gone so far and so deep within her blood that she called Ina herself. She wasn't surprised if Ina didn't pick up Donavan or Soo-Young's calls, for they were strangers and she doesn't do well with strangers, but she always picked up when Amé called.
Except last night.
It did look like it was on airplane mode.
She was worried out of her mind but she held on the thought that Ina Seele was a smart, brilliant woman. She had traveled to places and seen things and spoke languages nobody she's ever met has.
But... how do you even start looking for someone that's lost, in the world?
The tracks end right at the Santiago airport in Dominican Republic. What plane did she take? Where is she now? What country, out of the one hundred ninety two options?
When she looked up, her eyes met someone else's. Salvatore's younger brother, Valentine. A chill went up her back and with a shiver, she averted her eyes.
"Her mother hasn't heard from her either," Soo-young said.
"That's impossible," Amé shrugged. "If she's breathing she called her mother... Wednesday. She always calls her mother Wednesdays, Mondays, and Sundays. It's clockwork, it's math, it's logic."
"She didn't," Soo-young said.
Amé shook her head in denial. Fuck a phone without reception. Ina would use a walkie talkie and turn it into a phone if it meant calling her mother to tell her she's okay. Shit, sometimes, at bars she would excuse herself from whatever she was doing, even if it was mid-make out with a man, to talk to her momma.
"Okay..." Amé nodded. "Do you have anything else?" She asked Salvatore.
Salvatore was a detective, graduated last year from Washington University's law school. Of course the shame Soo-young had to ask someone for something after she turned him down a million times was infinite, but who else?
If they told the cops, Amé wouldn't see daylight for a long while.
"Honestly," Salvatore sighed, the man too was desperate to say the least. "Your pretty friend is off this earth. She hasn't used any of her credit cards, her papers, nothing traceable. My guess, however, is that she's somewhere in Europe."
"Okay I have a question," Valentine said, and Amé shivered again, his voice was deep and yet high pitched, like the Joker's, and it put her off. It was mean, but it was true. "We know she left the Dominican Republic right? She took a plane."
