Chapter 5—What has happened—Max

My best friend gave me the best advice

He said each day's a gift and not a given right

Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind

And try to take the path less traveled by

That first step you take is the longest stride

 

If today was your last day

And tomorrow was too late

Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last?

Leave old pictures in the past

Donate every dime you have?

If today was your last day

 

This Chapter is from Max's perspective.

I called the cops, they had asked me where he was and all I knew was that he had turned off some exit before the airport.

"Is it ok if we use the GPS chip in his car to find it?" Why did the officer ask, wasn't it obvious, of course.

"Anything that will help find him." I responded it was a natural response, he was my best friend.

"Would there be any reason he would want to fake a kidnapping or death?" I was shocked at this.

"I don't believe so he had friends and family that love him. His girlfriend had been using him and they broke up two days ago but I don't think that would lead him to do anything stupid."

"Well we have to consider all possibilities. What was his girlfriend's name?"

"Veronique Cartier"

"Ah, I just want to keep that in mind." I was concerned when the look on his face had almost an 'oh shit' look to it.

"Is there anything I need to be worried about? I saw the look on your face when I said that name, that can't mean good things."

"Well, it's just, that name it sounds really familiar to me. I'll tell you what how about when I go back to the station I'll see if I can figure out why. Either way I'll call you good or bad."

"Thank you. Please keep me updated I'm just going to stay here until I hear more."

The police had left; I was pacing around the kitchen I didn't know what to think. I had fed his pets and I almost wanted to go look for myself. I was guessing that maybe at this point they had found his car, but I still hadn't heard from the cops. I couldn't take it anymore, so I got into my car and drove. I went towards the airport and just started taking exits and driving roads that I had never seen before. I started to cry, this was my best friend if anything had happened to him I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. I was supposed to stay sober; I knew he wasn't in any shape to be alone. I was such an idiot, and if he was faking this God help him. But, in my heart I knew he wasn't faking this that just wasn't him he cracked up telling a joke before he even got to the punch line. All of a sudden my phone started going off *Fuck the caps I won the cup motherfucker…Fuck the wings I won the cup motherfucker* "Hello"

"Hi Max this is Detective Ward from the Pittsburgh police, remember when I said I had seen that name before, Veronique Cartier. I had we had gotten a flyer in about a month ago from Québec police. Veronique Cartier, also known as Sasha Jones, Ingrid Person and Renée Pierce is a con artist and murderer. She has taken more than 7 men for their money and then killed them."

I was in shock; I knew she was a bitch but a murderer. This was just crazy. "Do you think she took him? Did you find his car? Did you find him?"

"Max I'm sorry we haven't found anything yet she's clever she knew how to remove the GPS chip from his car and disable it. But we are still working on finding it."

"I'm out driving around now if I find I will let you guys know as well."

"I would really advise against doing that I really don't want you stumbling on something that would upset you."

"He's my best friend, isn't it also true that the more time that passes by the harder it is to find them *gulp* alive"

"That is true but I still think it would be best to let my police work on it. But I really can't stop you from looking."

"All I'm doing is taking exit's near the airport because I knew he wasn't that far off from it." I started shaking I saw a car in an alley that was halfway out and stuck there as if someone had run someone off the road. "I think I may have found his car"