Chapter 2

I landed on earth just outside a large hotel. Thousands of screaming girls stood around her, I was neither seen nor felt as I pushed her way through the crowd. I was able to get inside the hotel and saw several men talking in hushed serious tones. Since I am neither a ghost or Gardian, I had to walk up stairs (instead of using the 'teleport' I was learning in class, but never mind that) but I could walk through doors and some thinner walls.

I could see that there was someone very important inside this hotel, I could only guess it was Backstreet. I followed the stairs to the seventh floor where the security was tight and I had the hardest time finding where I was and who I was looking at. At one moment, I thought I was face to face with Brian Littrell, Kevin's cousin, and another I was in front of a guard. This place truly got me confused.

I finally found my way to a single hotel room, inside three guys and three girls were seated inside talking casually.

I recognized one of them to be Kevin Richardson and his wife. They sat together, hand in hand on one of the couches. I didn't bother to watch and listen to them, I had more important things to do, I had to find this CeCe Dimoin.

I exited the room, remembering the number and headed through the sea of people to my instincts destination. The third floor lobby.

I found her sitting alone reading a newspaper. She was dressed in a dark work jacket and pants over a white blouse. She wore her dark brown hair tied in a lose bun. I wouldn't be surprised one bit if she tried getting to Kevin by her looks alone.

She stayed there for ten more minutes until she stood and headed for the doors in the back. She got in her car and drove off from my sight. I had to follow.

CeCe drove through a nice neighborhood to a smaller two-story house at the end of the block. I presumed she lived here, so I followed her inside. She took her hair down when she got inside. CeCe had no idea I was watching her or that I knew of her plan.

She made her way to the back of the house where she entered a small office. I noticed how she had a picture of Kevin on her desk framed in a glass frame. She picked it up and whispered to it (being no one else in the house) "Sorry Kevin, I wish I didn't have to do it, but I gotta." And placed the picture back on her desk.

I watched in silence as she took out a small handgun and what looked like a new silencer. In my heart I feared the worse, she was going to wipe out one of the Richardson's.

She loaded the gun and placed it carefully on the desk. I watched her clean the outside of the barrel with a damp cloth. I saw a wicked smile cross her ruby red lips as she looked over the weapon one more time.



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