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(Tyler POV)
Here she is. Maddison Ferret. Ok, here goes nothing.

I walked towards her, while she was looking nervously around. She seemed different then the day I was snitching important things on her. I was few meters away from her, when somebody pushed me aside, and before I could react, I saw how they pinned her to the ground, yelling she was under arrest.

My heart stopped beating while I was getting back on my foot. I watched as they dragged her away and simply couldn't believe how lucky I was.

If Craig didn't answer the phone call, he would be dead. If I was a bit faster, I would be in the police station. Fucking hell. Thank you my guardian angel. But what now? No money at all? Wait! Delirious said she had to put the money into the bin, right? Maybe she did.

I waited few more minutes just for my own good feeling, and then walked towards the bin. I saw a paper bag on top of everything. I picked it up and opened it.

Bingo!

I quickly walked away, heading to Delirious' house. I decided to turn my phone back again, when my phone went crazy. I had a dozen missed calls from Craig along with the messages.

C: Eric I need you right now! Please pick it up.
C: Evan is in the hospital, how long are you going to be at your work?
C: I'm at the hospital right now, and I need your support. Evan looks like beaten shit. He's still asking me to check upon some victim. I think he went crazy.
C: Please, please, please call me once you get his messages, I'm sick worried about you!
C: Eric! Eric call me already.

My eyes ran through the words, my mind tried to connect the meaning of this.

What is happening? Evan is in the hospital? How? He should have died. What happened? And what about Delirious?

I fastened my walk, being closer to Delirious' house with every step. I stopped dead, everything froze. I saw police cars and curious people all around his place.

No! No, this isn't happening! Is he ok? Did they arrest him again?

I came closer to the crowd, blending in.

"What happened here?" I asked some young man around my age, who was holding his girlfriend's hand.

"Dunno, dude. All I could find out is that some psycho held two victims here, and before the police arrived he had shot one of them, then ran away."

Psycho? Two victims? What? But I thought Elly was down. Does that mean he kept her alive and then shot her? Or he shot Evan, that's why he's in the hospital. Is Elly alive then? Or did Delirious has another victim I don't know about? Craig texted me about another victim! That means that another victim is in the hospital. I have to go.

On my way to the hospital, I tried many times call Delirious, but it always sent me to the voice mail. That meant two things. His phone was dead, or he destroyed the SIM card, which was the better option, meaning that he escaped and would call me in the right time.

Instead Craig called me a few times again, which I didn't answer.

C: I'm on my way home, but I don't have your keys. So I guess I'm coming to my house. Call me already, please!
C: Eric, did I do something wrong? I understand the difference between turned off phone and your unwillingness to answer my phone calls.
C: I don't care if you're mad at me, just text me please. I want to be sure that you're ok.

I'm sorry, Craig. I'll call you once I know who the fuck is that victim.

I entered the building, walking right to the reception where was sitting some nurse.

Ok, let's assume Delirious didn't lie to me. Let's assume he killed Elly, and he had another male victim. It's 50/50.

"Good evening. Is... I'm looking for my brother. He has been missing for some time, and I'm afraid if it isn't that victim who was along Evan Fong in that psycho house. Can... can I see him only for a few seconds, just to make sure, please," I said, trying to get back my certainty.

"I'm so sorry sir, but it's after the visitor hours."

"Please! I'm begging you... just one quick peek."

She wrote something down, then slowly nodded.

"It would help us if this was your brother. We don't know anything about this man. Neither his name, age, nor his address."

Weird. Did Delirious have another contract? Why didn't he tell me about it? Was it because of Craig? Did he stop trusting me?

She opened the door and my world started to spin. I grabbed the frame of the door to support myself, as my body felt so weak. I couldn't believe it.

Delirious.

"Is this your brother?"

Her voice was in great distance, I had a problems to concentrate. Seeing him like this was hard. I didn't expect that.

What happened? Why? Did Evan shot him? That fucking son of a bitch! Oh I'm sorry Craig but he's going to pay. He's going to suffer, and I don't fucking care about anything.

"Sir? Sir are you alright?" She asked worriedly, and I slowly nodded my head.

I have to go back and clean the evidences. I can't let the police snitch around his house. I just can't!

"Yes, that's... that's my brother. His name is Chris Davis, he's 29 years old. I... I... I have to go now, but I'll return tomorrow," I said slowly regaining the confidence.

"Of course, thank you. I'll escort you out now, please but come tomorrow, we have to fill his files."

I silently nodded, and on my way out I pulled my phone out and texted Craig.

E: I'm sorry, my boss kept me overtime. He sent me to New York for two days, I'll call you once I land there ok? Don't worry about anything, baby. Love you.

I have to bring here the fake ID card, and make up some fake stories about him. And I need to get rid of the Evan. Nobody, I repeat nobody, is daring to hurt my Jonathan.