I didn't tell Tuck about the phone call. I didn't want him to freak out. I just traced the phone call even though I was sure he wouldn't be there anymore. The phone call came from the building across the street. I didn't bother going over there. My father was too clever for that.
Maybe I had been thinking about this all wrong. What if the only way I could stop him was to go in alone. So far he had eluded every group we had sent after him. Maybe it would take just me, one person who understood his crazy mind. I bit my lip trying to figure out a way through this thorny path.
That night I was home alone. Tuck and FDR were having guy's night. Lauren was with her parents and Lyssa had gone out. I was on the couch sitting in the quiet still trying to figure out what I was going to do.
Suddenly a cold thought entered my head. The ribbon. Who had put it there? Had it been my father? I ran up to my room and dug the ribbon out from the drawer I had shoved it in. It was just like the one mother used to tie around the handle. I thought hard. Maybe this could give me some clues. I tucked it into my pocket and grabbed my keys.
Twenty minutes later I was back at work. I ran to the labs and met Reggie.
"Reggie I need you to scan this for fingerprints," I told him.
"Sure thing Rayne," he replied. I was so thankful that I had high enough status that people didn't ask questions. It took a few minutes and I fidgeted the whole time.
"Alright, here we go," he said pulling a screen up. I examined it. The first page showed that my fingerprints had been on it. I clicked to the next one. I shivered as I saw my father's face. He had touched the ribbon. There was another page. Someone else had touched the ribbon. I clicked over to it and sucked in a breath.
Lyssa had touched it.
But that was explainable right? I mean she might have touched it when she got to my house wondering why it was there. However my brain couldn't figure out how her fingerprints had gotten all over it, not in streaks but in deliberate places. My whole body was cold. I bolted from the room and raced back to my car. I drove like hell to get back home. I had to get back before she did. I ran inside as soon as I got to my house.
"Lyssa," I yelled bursting through the door.
She was waiting for me.
"I was wondering when you'd figure it out," she said dryly.
"Who are you really?" I demanded my gun in my hands. She laughed tossing her hair back.
"Oh, I am really your sister. I really did have an amazing life but then this stranger came to my house and told me that he was my birth father. Oh Rayne, he promised me so many things. All I had to do was help him get you and I must say I like the power he gave me," she explained in a feral voice.
"Power?" I kept my voice steady.
"Every night some helpless man would be delivered to my door so I could have my way with him. It was…intoxicating." She sounded worshipful.
"You became him," I stated shortly. She grinned at me.
"What can I say? I like having power over people," she told me. I shook my head in disgust.
"So what happens now?" I asked. Her grin grew wider.
"Now, I uphold my end of the deal," she told me. I was about to ask what she meant when something cracked against my skull. I toppled forward and hit the ground hard. Her laughter was the last thing I heard.
Sorry it so short. I will try to make the next chapter longer.