FULL OF GRACE

Six :

8th October'14  .

~ Grace ~

"Made any progress ? " Dylan asked.

"Nope,  nothing on the net . No news . No articles ." It had been hours since I was browsing the net for any clue . I was back home . And this time Dylan was with me,  we were determined to sort all these before it got too dangerous .

"Don't you think it's too clean . Not as if nothing happened but as if everything has been wiped out . " 

"Maybe ..... but it's tough to say . " I opened my letter again to find any other clue . Though a part of me just wanted to crush it and run away forgetting everything . It was already too late . And again I began reading the letter for the hundredth time.

To Grace, 

Buy lots of black already sweetheart. It's funeral season for you .

Honestly you're not as smart as I thought . I didn't know you'll buy the crap your Dad fed you . And I feel really sorry that now I have to drag this friend of yours in all of this too . What's done is done . Now all you can do is find out . I gave you clues,  look for them and if your thick skull can,  understand them .

You've got all the pieces lying around you . All you have to do is to put them together . Find the pieces,  get the picture . Simple as that .

3 days to go before the first event . Rush before you lose your dear ones.

- T

Nothing .

All I could tell was that the clues were somewhere I went all the time or my house . I wasn't even sure,  it was just a hunch .  But clues are so small and my house was so freaking huge I didn't know where to start .

Then it clicked .

Dad's study .

"Dylan,  I know where to start from . " All I could do now was follow my instincts .

        *         *       *

We kept searching for any suspicious file or documents  throughout the evening . Though some of them were really quite enough to send him behind the bars,  none useful to me .

"Gosh ! Grace you sure he's a lawyer . I don't know why but it seems he's the one who needs one . I mean just look at this " , he pointed at a pile of some really old and damaged files ," This many scams . And that's not even all. I'm surprised ."

"I'm not . " , I murmured .

"Huh ? Did you just say something? " Dylan questioned .

"Nothing . What's the time? We need to arrange it all before the pig comes. "

"7 : 49 p.m. When does your Dad ar-- " I cut him off .

"Umm... Let's not call him dad . His code name is Pig,  alright ? And he won't arrive before 10 . So let's start the tidying part. "

"Okie Dokie !!! " He gave a cheerful thumbs- up .

          *       *       *

We were almost done stacking the files back.

The door bell rang .

"Your Da- I mean,  Pig ? " Dylan asked glancing at his watch .

"I don't think so,  it's not even 8 : 30 . But whoever it is,  lets get out of here . " And with that we locked the study and ran to the living room .

I heard my Dad's voice . He was talking to someone .

"Who opened the door ?" I bet Dylan was freaking out .

"No no .... no murderer . Our maid . " I explained .

Then I heard a lady's voice .

"What are you going to say now . He likes to change into a woman and do duel conversation??? " He said implying at the female voice .

Before I could answer back my Dad entered with...

What was her name ..... Lina . I suppose .....

She was all dolled up

"Well well .... Sneaking inside a house with a boy . This  is definitely not how I raised you . " I don't know why does he even have a mouth . It's not that he would have showered golden words anyway . I don't know if it's easy for him or not but he always managed to get on my nerves .

"First, you didn't raise me up. You just left me with a bank balance . And second " , I said giving a pointed look to Lina,  "What the hell is she doing here?"