"I think of you whenever I'm alone, so please don't go,"
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"Do you have a computer?"
"No, why?" I take the ice off my jaw as I speak, my nerves shooting pain throughout my body like a flash of lightning in a rapid thunderstorm.
"Do you know the address of their house in Texas?" He he questions in a straightforward and snotty tone.
"No," I answer again.
"Alright, well get of your butt and lets go find one...are you friends with the neighbor to your left?"
"Yeah, but-"
"OK, well then lets go."
I breathe a sigh of defeat when he starts charging for the front door, not even thinking twice about what I had to say. He turns the knob and pulls the door open, a whirlwind of cold air flooding into the warm house. Logan pushes open the screen door, the slight winds slamming it closed.
Without a second thought, my legs involuntarily follow Logan to Ms. Spencer's house. Her porch lights are off and so is every other light in the house. I don't think Logan realizes what time it is in the night, but yet again to a man like him, this time of night is early.
Logan staggers up the steps to the house's front porch. He pushes his index finger into the orange glowing doorbell, as soon as he does, a piercing sound rings from within the house. I wince from behind Logan, instantly regretting telling him briefly about Ms. Spencer. Yet again, this is the only option we have to finding Adeline.
Footsteps from behind the door creak on the buckling wooden floors. I can faintly hear her voice cursing us for waking her up at a time like this on a Wednesday. A window to the right of the door illuminates brightly with LED light, then follows the porch light. The clicking of unlocking the door vibrates.
The door flies open, revealing a very wary Ms. Spencer.
"Cole, honey, is that you?" She asks, squinting her eyes, she then reaches into her pink robe pocket and pulls out her glasses. I take a quick glance over at Logan who has a smug smile plastered on his face, purely amused.
"Yes, Ms. Spencer it's me," I reply.
"May I ask what you're doing here at this time, my dear?"
Before I can softly respond, Logan takes the words right out of my mouth.
"We need to borrow a computer, do you have one?" He bluntly states.
"Based on both of your expressions, I'm guessing it's something serious..." she begins to say, "it's in the back room, come in."
***
Ms. Spencer took us to the back room she spoke of earlier, she set up chairs and turned on the computer, which took a few minutes to load. Logan insisted on being in charge of searching the web for the information we're trying to find. His fingers rapidly type on the outdated keyboard, some keys missing or broken.
He rapidly types into the search bar "Mason and Stella Richardson" and presses on the magnifying glass. The computer screen illuminates with tabs titled "Breaking News" and "Missing". Logan scans through all the web pages and settles on one written by the local news station of Boston.
The site loads, words and pictures splattered from edge to edge on the screen. Mug shots and sketches of Mason and Stella pop up as the first image, then shortly follows the basement where Adeline was kept. The subtitle reading "this is where the Richardson's kept Adeline Callahan, feeding her very scarcely and beating her. All evidence found within the six foot by eight foot cage built of heavy steel".
Logan curses under his breath once he reads the subtitle, then turns to me.
"What kind of monsters are these people?!" He whisper-shouts.
"Dangerous ones," I state, not meeting his eyes.
Another picture of Adeline shows up as Logan scrolls down further in the article. It shows her brightly smiling, the picture taken very recent because it shows her on the streets of Boston. This only makes me long for her even more.
"Here it is!" Logan suddenly states, he points to an address, the address, the one we've been searching for. "Get a pen and paper and write this down," he demands. I find both and he begins reading the words as I briskly write down the address.
"Alright, lets go get Adeline!"
***
We swiftly drive down the streets of Boston, the city still lit brightly at three AM in the morning. Logan turns down a familiar corner and I immediately whip my head to stare daggers at him.
"Wait why are we going to the Ring, Logan? We don't have time for this!"
"Oh chill out, the friends of mine that will know how to track down these people are here every night, just waiting for something like this to show up at the heels of their feet."
I reluctantly sit back, not saying another word as he parks the car in the hidden corner. In a synchronized motion, we both step out of the vehicle, Logan striding to the back then the front of the car, covering the license plates with cloth.
"Let's get in and out of here as quick as we can. It'll take one or two days to get to Texas and who knows how long it'll take until we actually find her."
I nod in agreement, leading the way to the hidden doorway to the Ring. I expect to hear loud roars and cheers of the crowd bellowing off the walls, but there's nothing. The only sound even remotely similar to the one of the berserk crowds usually filling the stands of the ring is faint voices coming from the middle of the ring. I gaze back at Logan in confusion.
"Where is everyone?" I ask
"They haven't been coming to the Ring anymore, ever since you stopped coming. They only come to see you fight, that's what brings in all the profits. All the other guys are trash in their minds...they only come to see you fight," he explains.
"Oh," I state, not having much else to say, and I don't have to, for Logan points down to the side of the ring where five buff men are sitting, all smoking. A huge cloud of smoke floats above them, making the warehouse light towering over the group seem foggy.
"Those are your friends?" I ask skeptically.
"Yeah," he mentions bluntly. Be begins to briskly stride down the steps, descending closer to the ring where the five men are seated, loudly cracking jokes.
I trail behind Logan. As I get closer to the ring, more people come into view. Shallow shouts become more blatant. Now at the bottom of the ring, I can see two separate fights going on, both with very few scattered circles formed by spectators.
Luckily, none of them turn our way, for if they did...the results could end up badly, that is, if everything that Logan stated earlier was true.
Logan abruptly stops when he enters the foot of the group, My legs carrying me beside him.
"Hey pals," he begins to state, "we've got something for you that is right up your alley."
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