Saturday, March 27, 2010

Chapter 10—My Own Investigation—Max

Don't walk around with the world on your shoulders
And you're highest hopes laying on the ground
I know you think you've gotta try to be my hero
But don't you know the stars you wish upon they fall its true
But I still believe in you

I knew I had to do something; I couldn't just keep sitting here crying that wasn't getting anything done. I was also pretty sure that Marc's pets were extremely depressed Bouli was in hiding and Lilly just lay on his bed motionless. I had to force her to eat and I was hoping Bouli was eating; her food went down slowly so I guessed she was eating. I decided that today I was going to head down to the police station to see if they had any information.

I got there and Detective Ward pulled me into his office to talk, I'm guessing that he was trying his best to keep this case quiet. "What do you think his chances are of still being alive?"

"Well, I'm still holding out hope because…" He paused for a moment he looked like there was something he wanted to say and then decided it would be better if he didn't say it. "She hasn't always killed them right away." What did she do? His cell started to ring; he excused himself from the room.

I wasn't normally a nebby person but this was my best friend when he left the room I decided to have a look for myself. I was flipping through papers looking for anything about Marc, I kept coming across papers about her previous beau's and picture of them at the coroners. I shuttered a little, then I picture Marc on that cold slab, this pushed me even more to find information. I finally saw a sheet with the letter head Sûreté du Québec I looked at the information 'believed to be in Toronto' & 'believed alive' that was all I needed to see I put the papers back into the folder and waited for Detective Ward to come back. He walked back into the room; I was itching to get out.

"As I was saying there is hope but as of now I have no more information." Liar! Oh well I knew what I knew and I was going to take matter into my own hands.

"Thank you; please keep me up to date on what happening?" I got up and headed immediately for the door I knew where I was going.

My first stop Marc's I need to find both pets and take them to someone. I knew where Lilly was already I grabbed her pet taxi and placed her into it, I also threw a shirt of Marc's in there with her, and she seemed somewhat satisfied by that. Next was the harder of the two I grabbed Bouli's pet taxi and some food I shook it and hoped she would come. To my surprise she went right in and just curled up and relaxed. I then started to call the team to see who would be willing to take in Marc's pets. I made up some excuse about needing to go home and I didn't want to take them with me. Finally, Kris said he would and he didn't even ask how long he just did. Maybe I wouldn't be back, but I needed to find Marc I needed to do something.

After I dropped Marc's pets off at Kris's I headed home to pack a bag and grab my passport. I grabbed all the necessities, enough clothes for me and some extra clothes for Marc. I felt like I was doing the right thing, I mean if it were Marc in my position do you really think he'd just sit around and let me die. I can't let him die, besides who would win the Stanley Cup with me in 2011, I needed him and he needed me. Checking the house making sure everything was off, I was headed out the door, and off I went to Canada.

The drive gave me a lot of time to strategize, what was I actually going to do if I found him? I mean what If he was already dead? I tried to wipe that though out of my mind as soon as it popped up, but it popped up a lot. I thought about Veronique having a gun or knife or something of the sort. What if he was still alive when I got there and in the process of trying to rescue him I died and then he would for sure be dead. My mind was racing every possible scenario over and over again. I was scared I don't think I had ever been that afraid my entire life, I mean playing hockey was one thing but to face death? Marc was my best friend no I take that back Marc was more than that he meant the world to me he was like my brother. Family comes first to me and I would give my life for my brother.

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