The group arrived back at the hotel after dinner and headed straight up to the penthouse suites.
No one was drunk or disorderly.
This was a very conservative group and trouble wasn't expected.
Except...
There was trouble lurking behind one of the bedroom doors after midnight.
There would be words said, that could never be taken back.
Never fixed...
Even if forgiveness could be given...
This damage ran too deep and for way too long.
In essense, this wrong was unforgiveable but waited for a midnight confession to be revealed.
She locked the door and sat on the bed with tears streaming down her eyes.
She was sober and a wreck.
How was she going to tell the tale that needed to be told?
She new that she would be gone within a few hours and that their relationship was finished.
He had friends! A career. A life outside. She wasn
Finn kept knocking on the door to Drake's room and after ten minutes without an answer, he barged in and found Drake curled up on the bed in his jeans and shirtless. Drake was in the exact same position that he was in when Claire left the room at 1:25 am. He was conscious, barely. Finn ran over to the bed and picked up his arm and found a pulse. He screamed for Lili to call 911. Drake needed help and stat! "No! No! It's just shock. Pain. It just hurts all over. My heart is broken. I might die of a broken heart but it's ok. Just let me go." Drake babbled as Finn tried to revive him. "What are you talking about? Drake, where is Claire?" "She left me for William. Apparently, I was a worthless and absent lover." Drake managed to say. "What? You two were so in love. I saw it when I lived with you!" Finn was appalled! Just then Lili walked into the room but stayed by the d
Oh the evidence was good and the alibi was shaky. Or was it the other way around? The detectives on the case were intent on nailing a dirty detective and Drake was going down. The broken detective was so wrapped up in despair that he was too far gone to defend himself. Nor did he care. He didn't even bother to call Finn or the others. His Claire was dead and so was his baby. If it was his. He just sat in the jail cell alone and stared into the distance. Drake wanted to die and give it all up. Without Claire it didn't matter. How did it come to this? Why? Was there any reasonable explaination? He didn't have the answers and in the end, he didn't really want them. Life could go on without him and it wouldn't really matter anyways. *** The group was sitting around laughing when they heard a persistent k
Finn stared at the photo and just remained silent as he studied every feature of the picture. Keeping his eyes down he just stayed focused. He was starting to think that Gus was the dirty cop that was gunning for Drake and not the other way around, but he wasn't going to let on. "So, how do you explain this Thomas James Finnegan? That is you and Drake in the throes of passion?" Gus was gloating and Finn saw victory in his eyes. His response was not what Gus was expecting, "If you think that is Drake and I then try to prove it in a court of law." Gus gave Finn an odd look as he tried to figure out what Finn was saying. Finally he replied, "Oh, I will." Finn thought, 'Actually you won't but I am not telling you your one big major mistake.' "Now that you have seen the proof, do you want to confess to your affair with Drake?" "No!" Finn replied definitively.
Somewhere in Philadelphia, someone knew the truth but for now, the detectves were clueless as to who was behind the killing of Claire and William.Who knew that she was pregnant and who's child was it?Was Drake a killer in a jealous rage or was this crime committed because of William's sinister behaviour?Leah and Jim were starting to think that the revenge was from someone on William's side as his finances were out of control. He had mounted debts that he couldn't pay based on his income and the messages that they found on his phone were vile.William was not a good man.Full stop!Then why would Claire leave Drake for him?He was not her type from what they had already uncovered.What was she playing at?All of Drake's friends insisted that they had a good marriage and that they loved each other.No one was aware of any issues between them and those that knew Claire insisted
The house seemed to be empty, even as voices could be heard from the kitchen. It's heart was ripped out of it, without the soul of Caire's. She was the bright light that had roamed the halls. Drake was barely functioning and Lili and Finn were trying their best to keep up his spirits. Nothing that they did worked. He was a different man. Broken. Silent. Distant. Lost. Finn wasn't sure what to do and he just wanted his friend to wake up and find that the nightmare was over. Reality was setting in and he realized it would never be over and Drake would never be the same. Every blasted room in the house had pictures of Claire and Drake smiling and laughing and .... Memories were all around Drake and dragging him down the rabbit hole of dispair. Finn and Lili agreed that they needed to get him out of the house and so Finn called Detective Jim to
Drake was sitting on the front porch when Anders and Finn pulled up and got out of the car."What's going on?" Drake managed to ask."We just got off of the phone with Jim and Leah and we have some news about the investigation to fill you in on." Anders said."What?" Drake growled out."Well, they don't think that Claire had been intimate with William on Saturday night after she left you. There was no sign of sexual intercourse based on DNA and other observations.""So was she cheating on me?" Drake asked."They are leaning against it." Finn added and looked at Anders for support. He knew that the next bit of info was going to send Drake over the edge.Then Drake asked, "So no sex Saturday but she said she was cheating on me. What proof do they have otherwise?""Other proof that they haven't filled us in on. Listen, they are leaning towards blackmail and not cheating. That's
He's dead. Those two words rang echoed in Stacey's head. Drake is dead and it's all my fault. There was nothing that Lili could say to help get Stacey to calm down. She was beyond reasoning with, so Lili just sat with her and let her vent her fears and frustrations. To Stacey, the verdict was in. Drake was dead. *** Outside in the woods, the search continued in a grid pattern. How far could Drake have gotten? Finn wiped the mud off of his brow and tried to keep the pounding rain from drowning him into further dispair. His one ray of hope was that this was a spring storm and he would not freeze to death, but he could drown just from passing out in a puddle. As he looked around, zero visability, mud puddles everywhere, he too had a sinking feeling, that Drake was dead. He had to keep searching. Maybe there was a sliver of hope. Maybe
The room was silent with the exception of his breathing. He was far away in dreamland and the nightmares were not far from surfacing. Antoher dark hall, a hidden doorway... A scream... The horror in the shadows and the the cries of despair. He could hear his name. They were calling him back and dragging him down. The shadows were coming for him and his old man stood in the center. "Finn, don't you miss me? The fun we had skipping out on life. Come back." The words echoed in his brain and he tried to fight it off. He was shackled and chained to where he stood, trying to cry out for help. Rocking back and forth as he sat on the ground, begging for relief. A sweet voice from far away called out softly, "It's ok. It's just a nightmare." He just kept rocking and struggling to break free, but the voice got louder, "Finn! Wake up! It's anot