Rosalina stared up at Mr. Wolff in bewilderment as he looked at the chilling message. "I thought the guy who tried to kill me had killed himself," she said. Her voice shook in fear. "I'm calling the police," Mr. Wolff said finally. He walked into the kitchen to get the phone.
Nat hugged her, "You're going to be alright," he assured, "the police will find him and you'll be safe." "I thought once we moved we would be away from it all, but it's following me," she sobbed into his shoulder, "why is it following me?" "I don't know," he admitted as he held her closer, "I just don't know."
Officer Reynolds placed the paper into a bag for evidence but he knew it would probably be useless; too many people had already touched it. Even if they did lift a fingerprint off up that could lead them to a suspect how would they know who it belonged to? So far no one had been suspected in the murders and if things kept going the way they were no one ever would because no one ever sees them commit a crime.
He sealed the bag and handed it to his partner, Officer Duran. "I want you to take this Melanie Baker to be examined. She has all the prints from this case. She'll be able to tell if this is real or someone's idea of a joke." Duran nodded and went outside. Reynolds went into the living room where Rosalina and the rest of the house's occupants were. "Can I talk to Rosalina?" he asked Mr. Wolff. He nodded and Reynolds sat on the couch next to her. "Hi Rosalina, how are you?" he asked. "How do you think I am?" she demanded coldly. He realized immediately how stupid his question had been. "I'm sorry but I meant how do you feel about this? Do you have any idea who could be doing this to you?" Reynolds started again. "No," she responded. "Have you or your family ever done anything that could upset anyone in anyway?" he asked. "No," she said again, irritation now in her voice.
"I think I have something that could help." It was Nat who spoke. He was sitting on Rosalina's other side. "And what might that be?" Reynolds asks curiously.
5 weeks earlier
Nat heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he responded absent mindedly. The door opened revealing Josh in the doorway. "Hey," Nat said as he glanced at him. He strummed an open chord on his guitar and began typing on his computer. "What are you doing?" Josh asked. "Writing a song; let's just say: this morning I got some new inspiration," he answered with a grin. "Okay…uh, I was wondering can I ask a favor?" Josh inquired. Nat looked up at him, he had an angry look in his eyes, but instead of yelling, as Josh thought he would, he simply said, "with what?" "Before you say 'no' it's about Rosalina not me," Josh informed. The anger in Nat's eyes instantly disappeared.
"What is it?" he asked. "I need you to help me buy her a gift sort of a 'goodbye present and I'm sorry' wrapped into one. I do care about Rosalina, Nat. Even though I left her," Josh stated. "Then why did you?" Nat asked. Josh sighed, "Because I was scared. That night Dad and Julia died I-I saw one of the people who killed them." Then why didn't you report it instead of running away like a coward?!" Nat snapped. "I was going to but I was out one night and this masked man came up to me. He threatened me. He said if I told anyone he would kill Rosalina, Dylan, and me. I didn't want to risk Rosalina and Dylan getting hurt," Josh insisted, "I knew they'd be safe here-with you and your family." There was a momentary pause then Nat asked, "Why did you need me?" "Because I don't know what to get her that will be special enough for the occasion." "Well the best gifts come from the heart," Nat answered then looked down at his guitar again. "What's the name of the song?" Josh asked. "You'll see," Nat muttered quietly. Seeing that he was getting no where Josh left the room and closed the door behind him.
Back to the present…
"Josh saw who shot our parents?" Rosalina asked in disbelief. Nat hesitated then nodded. "Why didn't one of you say something?" she demanded, "they could've been found by now and no one else wouldn't have had to die." "I'm sorry," Nat said solemnly. Rosalina shook her head at him and stood up. "Obviously if you need answers go ask my brother," she said to Officer Reynolds bitterly then left the room. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier," Nat said to Reynolds apologetically. Reynolds sighed, "So am I because now we have to find Josh again."
"I can't believe you kept something like this from me," Rosalina said to Nat. "I was protecting you," Nat reasoned. "Protecting me from what-finding my parents' killer?!" Rosalina exclaimed. "No I was protecting you from yourself. I don't want you to obsess over this," Nat replied. "You may be my boyfriend but that doesn't give you the right to control what I think." Nat didn't reply. He couldn't, he knew it would only make things worse.
When she realized he wasn't going to respond Rosalina sighed, "Have you been watching the news?" Nat raised an eyebrow, "Sort of, a bit I guess-why?" "Three weeks ago the mayor was on about this 12-year-old girl who was killed and dumped in a park," Rosalina explained. "The same people who killed your parents?" Nat asked. "Supposedly…but the scariest thing about it was that the girl looked a lot like me," Rosalina said, a somber look beginning to appear in her eyes, "Nat your dad was wrong, I think some one really is out to kill me."
A.N- Sorry not a lot goes on in this chapter I've been busy with revision for my literature class. Next chapter the band starts. :)