It had nearly been a week since our trip to the casino and we were still looking through the box of stuff my dad had left behind. Most of the stuff though relevant didn't make sense yet for example flight tickets and reservations of hotels for different countries which had expired exactly 2 days before my parents had died. Also there was a copy of someone's fingerprints which was labelled Pablo Robinson and there were remains of what looked like a model of a hand. We'd all been trying to put the pieces together but it was all so confusing and complex. So we'd started to look through the stuff again praying that it'd be third time lucky and something would just click in my head but my brain was still as muddled as before if not even more befuddled."Urghhhh," Mia moaned as she threw her hands in the air in surrender whilst sipping away at her large mug of coffee.
"Mia!" Damon shouted in disbelief. "You're the one to complain. Me and Kayla are the ones working out butts off today giving this stuff another shot whereas all you're doing is snogging your coffee."
"I need brain juice." She moaned holding her head as she walked over to take a look at the stuff from the box one more time.
My phone rang for the hundredth time this week. Why did I give Bill my number? I placed it face down on the table as I tried to concentrate on the stuff in front of me.
"Awww, Bill really must be missing you Amnesia," Mia teased as her and Damon laughed at me.
Annoyed I just rolled my eyes at their pathetic jokes. After all these days I still didn't understand why Bill was still trying to talk to me I mean he didn't ring yesterday saw I thought he'd given up already but, no.
"What's this?" I asked changing the subject.
It was a pot filled with a grey liquid, which seemed to have been barely touched. Mia snatched it out of my hand and examined it and sniffed it.
"It's rubber cement," she murmured, deep in thought, as she looked back to the stuff in the box.
She picked up parts of the collapsed hand model and then she turned to the fingerprints.
"How did I not see it?" She asked dumbfounded. "How could I have been so dumb?"
"What?" Me and Damon asked at the same time.
"All this time we've been thinking that this Pablo guy could've been involved in your parents murder right?" She quizzed.
Me and Damon nodded our heads. Well it was pretty obvious that's what we thought I mean who else could it have been?
"Well yeah, I mean maybe he's the one who's part of the CIA because there's pictures of someone here labelled 'possible CIA' you can't see his face but all these pictures seem like they're of the same person. Look the figure is pretty much the same and the person seems like they have a limp in the left leg." I pointed out. "It seems like my dad had been following this person up. And the only name mentioned is Pablo and here are his fingerprints to prove it. Maybe this Pablo found out my parents were onto him so he killed them."
"Yeah that could be true but it doesn't seem very likely," Mia added turning her computer screen towards me. "I Googled him and this came up."
Her computer screen flashed up an article. It was from the time of the Grand Central terrorist attack. It read that Pablo Robinson along with a girl named Hayley Mitchell were the only ones who'd survived. Hayley had some serious injuries but Pablo miraculously survived with no injuries and returned to his family a week after the attack to let them know he was fine.
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Vengeance
Mystery / Thriller"Vengeance. Some think it's bad some, good. I don't really know what to think. In fact before today I thought I knew who I was, but... no. Vengeance is the only thing that sprawls from the ruined remains of my shattered identity, so to me vengeance...