Let Me Go

Chapter 11

Guys I know it's short but I'm nearing the end, I'll update tomorrow, maybe both parts of the end if you're lucky :D

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George’s POV:

Brian looked at us as if we were complete strangers. “Who is she?” he asked, looking at Mercy on the other side if the glass.

“She,” I began. “Is the woman who tricked all of us, and now you. How could you be so thick?”

“She looked like a harmless café waitress! Her car broke down and I offered her a ride!”

Mercy snapped in at that moment. “Oh, that reminds you, I have to drive your car away!” She went back up the stairs to go do exactly that.

Brian looked around. “Where’s Ringo?” he asked.

“He got sick, so Mercy moved him into a separate room.” Paul told him. Brian nodded and looked around again.

“This is where you guys have been the whole time! At first, I thought it was another one of Lennon’s pranks!” he exclaimed.

“I wouldn’t stay away from Cynthia that long, making her worry. How is she?” John asked worriedly.

“She’s trying to cope, she’s having her family help out. She’s really worried about you, we all are.”

All John could do is nod, I could tell her was affected. I wondered about Pattie, but I didn’t ask. We haven’t even been dating that long, and I know she could probably handle it.

We told Brian he could sleep on Ringo’s bed, and we all fell asleep after a while.

Calvin’s POV:

When Brian Epstein was reported missing the next day, I knew something was up. Mercy had left with him last night after work, which was especially fishy. Knowing Mercy though, she isn’t very strong, definitely not strong enough to take down a full gown man like Brian!

Still though, that one thought lingered in my head until Mercy arrived that afternoon for her shift. Though she only has to work part-time, I work full time. She smiled at me asked “How’d you sleep? Did you lock up alright?”

I was so out of it, I only nodded. She nodded back and started working. We had the T.V. on, and there was a broadcast.

“Anyone with any information about the disappearance of Brian Epstein is urged to call or come down to the police station. Thank you for your time.”

I knew the police station wasn’t hat far away, and my suspicions about Mercy hadn’t gone down at all at this point. I’m going after work. I told myself.

Then I realized something.

What if Mercy knows I know, and I’m her next victim?

I eyed Mercy, gleefully serving a couple. I looked away quickly and told myself if I make it through today, I’m defiantly going to the police. There is no doubt in my mind that Mercy is behind all of this.

I got through most of the day without any disturbance, which reinsured me. Then, when business started slowing down and Mercy and I could talk more, things got interesting.

“Isn’t it a shame?” I asked Mercy near the end of the day.

“Isn’t what a shame?” She replied, wiping down a table.

“That Brian Epstein went missing. I mean, first the four, then him. It’s just a real shame.”

“Oh, yea, it is…” she trailed off. Then she made herself busy with a customer who just walked in.

That heightened my confidence that she was the one.

I made it through work, and I told Mercy I would lock up. “Two nights in a row? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, now hurry on home.” I told her. She just smiled and walked out. I let out a breath I felt like I’ve been holding in all evening. I quickly locked up and ran to the police station.

I got in there, huffing and puffing, and as some of the officers turned to me, I gasped out “Mercy Riverta took Brian.”