How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 93

"I'm sorry that I
did this,
the blood is on my
hands."

Noah knocked on the door to the McCall house, his hands dug deeply into his pockets as he waited for someone to answer.

Two days. It had been two full days since Jade Pierce had ran away. They had done everything that the sheriff's office could, but this was looking like a situation that might need the FBI's attention. Of course, it probably wouldn't help at all, considering they didn't know about the supernatural world and he would have great difficulty trying to explain that the teenager had gone off the rails and was searching for a stone to resurrect her dead best friend.

And it seemed to be a well thought out plan on Jade's behalf, not just something that was threw together in a haste, even though it had originally seemed that way. He had put out a missing person report for 'an emotionally vulnerable seventeen year old girl, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, dressed in all black.' There was even local news stations covering the story. He had tried to keep it quiet for a while, but if they wanted people to be on the lookout for her, he needed to go public with the information.

There was an APB out for her car, he was tracking her credit card purchases and her phone log, but none of it was of any use. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. There was no sign of her vehicle anywhere and she hadn't used her phone or credit card once. She must have been using cash and obviously wasn't chancing the use of her phone.

She was smart, a cunning young girl who knew how to avoid law enforcement. There was clear evidence of that when he checked her file and saw that she had ran away from home at least six times in the last four years, although it seemed to stop when she moved to Beacon Hills. The longest she had been missing for was ten days, so even if her case was took to the FBI, there was a chance they wouldn't be too worried.

But they should be. They should be very worried. Because if she was that serious about wanting the stone, people were going to die and there would be hell wrecked on many lives.

The door swung open, loudly hitting against the table in the hallway of the house. Melissa blinked back at him, her dark hair tightly brushed back off her face. Her brown eyes were underlined with shadows of sleepless nights, her nervous appearance making her seem on edge. "Any news?" she asked without missing a beat, a hand rubbing her neck as she waited for the dreaded shake of a head or a reassuring nod. "Nothing?"

She pursed her lips, tilting her head for him to step inside the threshold. Picking her mug of coffee off the floor, she followed him into the kitchen. "They're all upstairs, packed into Scott's room again," she explained with a sigh, clicking on the kettle to make the man a drink. She grabbed a used mug off the island, filling up the sink with water for the singular dish. This was the third time this morning she was doing this, even though they had a dishwasher that worked perfectly fine.

She was sure that every surface in her house would be spotless by the time they found her niece. If they- no, when they found her. "They fell asleep around four and were awake by six. I think they're knocked out for another while, so I'm just letting them sleep."

Noah nodded along in understanding, not really knowing what to say. He found that it was best to just let the woman speak all her thoughts; she didn't care if he was listening, as long as she was busy doing something.

His own son had been sleeping here for the last two nights, blatantly refusing to leave the side of his best friends. Well, he couldn't actually call it sleeping, though. It was more along the lines of the three of them going outside in the day to try and catch a scent and when that failed, coming home and staring at the walls in silence.