MUD

Chapter 7~ Immersion

Bryson's POV

    After a long hot shower I get some boxers on and sit at the bar in the entertainment room. Flipping through the pages of the file, I make a mental note that I need to make a copy to leave at the office, just in case. It's 9:30 pm and I'm alone in the house save Frida and the men downstairs and outside who are always watching. The people that keep my home running are all gone but not before making sure I'm good for the evening.

The information is all there, Siria's background and Alison's. It is also noted that Siria is originally Russian with very  rich parents, however nobody has reached out to the police about their missing child. Things start to replay in my mind from this morning. Tye said Alison was originally from America, Detroy. I'm pretty sure he must have meant Detroit and if this is the case it could easily mean that this Alison girl was probably a relative of mine. Feeling myself go pale in the face I begin to search on my computer databases : Alison Renay Harrison. Finetuning the location, I zoom into Detroit and surrounding cities back home. My equipment is top of the line. If Alison was ever in Detroit, my sources will pick it up. Pictures flash across my screen of persons with similar names, none of them are the dead girl. Frustrated, I skip through decades of information and my finger stops clicking when my eyes catch this little raven haired girl who shockingly resembles Gabby as a child. However the only name she has from my search is Renay, the middle name.

Age: 10
Height : 4 ft 2 inches
Born : Camila Renay Wells       'fuck'
Instantly I become surprised as I realise that all my life I've only known of one of the Wells twins.
That at birth Camila, Alison, ... wait whatever her name is was given up for adoption but was stuck in foster care until the age of ten when according to this data, she disappeared and her status remains as unknown.
My aunt better have a good damn explanation for this!
Questions begin to flood through my mind.
'Does anybody else in this family know?'
'Was I the only fool who didn't know?'
'Why did my aunt only keep one twin?'

A small bark is way too loud as it shatters my thoughts. Frida is standing on all fours with her head cocked to one side as if to ask what's going on.
' Hey Frida girl...' I walk over to my dog and start to pet her, mind still racing. She gladly wags her tail and jumps up almost sinking her claws into my legs. She needs grooming.
I'm stuck between deciding if I should call my aunt right now to hear what she has to say for herself and opt to go look for Mr. Eyewitness. Maybe he could give me some info on who brutally ambushed the girls. Well , not maybe. He will tell me what I want to hear.

Ten minutes later I leave my house, letting Frank know I'll be gone long. He's the head of my security team and wants to send someone with me but I hate when people hover around me and I tell him I can take care of it. My car is brought around and soon I'm speeding into the night.

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It doesn't often rain this time of year in London; but tonight it is pouring. Big drops go splat on umbrellas and leather jackets and you can steadily see the street crowd going thinner as people hurry about their business to get where they are going. This one man has no form of shelter except a hat. His breath comes out like little puffs of smoke as he runs down the sidewalk, indicating that the atmosphere isn't warm at all. Turning a corner he lets out a sigh, pulling down to a jog. He is almost home. His silver and black hair that's exposed is soaked and clinging to his scalp.
Peering from underneath the cap he sees his little gate is already open and a figure is standing on his steps, probably seeking shelter.

'Wet night out, eh?' He acknowledges the man. ' I'm sorry there isn't much shelter on my steps'

' Mr. Redman. I am actually looking for you,' the tall man says.
Mr. Redman is now confused as to why this stranger knows his name. He clears his throat nervously.
'How can I help you?'

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