Avenge him

Leads

Abbie's POV

"Thea, we swear, we won't go to the factory."

"You promise?"

"Yes," I say crossing my fingers behind my back. "We're going to the new police station to tell the cops about our discoveries. Stay here." I command.

"Fine, but I'm ordering pizza on your card." She props her feet up on my coffee table. I roll my eyes and put on my leather jacket.

"Come on Megan, let's go to the police station." I wink at her, and she gets the vibe.

"Bye Thea!" She waves.

We both get into Megan's car, and she drives to the address we were given. We are most defiantly not passing up a lead like this.

***

Megan pulled into the parking lot of a large, abandon building. I look at the factory, "You sure this is it?"

"Positive," she says unbuckling. "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Grabbing my gun, I hop out of the car.

We walk into the old factory. Cobwebs seem to be gathering in every corner. The place is enormous, and filled with boxes an crates as far as the eye can see.

"Hey, I'm going to check out over there. You look over here," Megan whispered. I nod and she walked off. Walking slowly, I try not to make a sound. My eyes scan the room, boxes and styrofoam peanuts cover the concrete floor. How could anyone conduct business in this mess. No wonder this factory had to shut down.

Out of no where I feel something cold and metal against the back of my head.

"Drop your weapon," the voice cooed. I did as it said, and let my gun fall to the floor. "Good, now kick it back," it whispers close to my ear. Once again I do as the voice says. The owner of the voice bends down and picks up my gun. "Now slowly turn around," it demands.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and turn around. Opening my eyes, a woman stands in front of me. Her black, long hair flows to about her elbow, and she wears a black dress that hugs her body perfectly. Her green eyes sparkled, and her bright red lipstick brought out how white her teeth were. I notice how her eccentric green eyes seemed to be glazed over in a confused matter. This killer is mentally unstable for sure. And I recognize her

It's the girl from Drew' funeral.

The lady wore a smirk on her mouth. She laughed a little then brought her mouth so close to my ear she almost touched it. "Caught cha," she whispered.

She stands back up straight. Taking a deep breath I can only fear what comes next. Then all the sudden I hear, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Megan!

The lady turns around to face Megan who was holding a pistol pointing at her face. I laugh a little then lean over to whisper in her ear, "Caught cha."

In a faint noise I hear the cocking of a revolver. Megan's eyes light up, and I know someone's behind her. Megan slowly turns and to much of our surprise someone we knew all to well stood behind her. Jake.

"Drop your gun," he orders in a cold voice. Megan does so, obviously still stunned. Jake bends down and picks it up with a smirk. The lady laughed wickedly. I feel a chill go down my spine.

"Tie them up." She demands.