Secrets and Lies

Chapter Sixteen

*Ghost's p.o.v*

We look a bit more through Johnathan's notebooks. It's just as bad as we thought, so naturally, we go to the police with our findings. They update his missing file to urgent, citing his medical issues and his run in with that gang. All of this sort of reignites the case, which is good! Maybe we'll actually find him after all this time

*Elizabeth's p.o.v*

It's been about a week since we found the journal and went to the police, and, true to their word, the search did really intensify. There are detectives everywhere at the house, and apparently at my apartment back in London--i know this after I received several frantic calls from my parents and my sisters about it. I never told them why I was leaving, they don't too much need to know.

But, through all of this, I've noticed that the police seem awfully suspicious of... Me.

For whatever reason, they seem to think I have something to do with all of this. Newsflash, I don't! I'm pretty much in the dark about John's whole life, and I'm supposed to be married to him. So trust me, I know nothing.

We dig a bit more. I came up with the clever idea of tracking his phone. It's dead, but miraculously, It leads us to the building those two were at when he disappeared, but that's all. The detectives search and search for him, and just when we think that they've moved on from us, the FBI appears at our front door. They interrogate each of us one at a time, probing us about what we know, and what we thought we knew. It hurt to go back to everything Johnny had told me, only for someone to tell me it was a lie.

Almost all of it was a lie.

When I find him he's in a lot of trouble--Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I put my anger, heartache and despair aside and focus on the task at hand--actually finding Johnathan. The agents have gathered a lot of information on the people who may have taken him. They tell us they're not known to kill unless someone has really screwed up. Johnathan is unfortunately straddling the line between a minor indiscresion and a major fuck-up, so his safety is a bit of a coin toss at this point. While I'm worried, I'm also curious. If they have him, and he's alive, why have they kept him for all this time? What purpose does he serve? I then think a bit more.. if he was useless to them, after he had seen what happened, they would have just picked him off, not taken him, right? So the question still stands; of what value is he to these people?