The sun came up through James’ window. He hadn’t slept the rest of the night, knowing that only a wall separated him and his true love. Well, maybe not true love, but pretty cool anyway. He heard the squeal of a baby and decided to go out and check on Denise and Trent.
“Oh, sorry James. Did we wake you up? Trenty here had a wittle bubble in his tum-tum.”
“I see. No, I was about to get up anyway.”
“Thanks for letting us stay here, James, I was so scared.”
“No problem.” James walked towards the kitchen but shouted when he stepped on a sharp object. He knelt down to find the Unicorn’s horn. “Where did this come from?”
“I ripped it off the Unicorn. I didn’t want to lose something that valuable again. I think it could help us.”
“Help us?!? We are in more danger than I thought. This is what they want. Whoever has been stealing this wants the horn. C’mon! We’re not safe here! Get dressed quick! I’ll be right back.” James went in his room and started to put his uniform on when he heard a scream from the other room. Suddenly his small apartment was deathly quiet. James ran back to the living room and saw Denise watching TV, a tear streaming down her face.
“It’s Roger…he’s dead”
“Who is Roger?”
“Oh, this guy I used to date. He was found at some house out in the country.”
Then the TV came into view. The reporter said “Roger Friendly was found in the bedroom in an apparent murder/suicide. His victim, a Mr. Scrushy, was a high powered executive on Wall Street who had recently been robbed several times.” Flash to a clip of Mrs. Scrushy “I don’t know who could have done this, it has been a really rough night, I just want to be alone.” Back to reporter, “Wow. Would you look at her…oh…I’m on air…uh…More information will be reported as it comes in. In other news…”
“Oh my God, that’s my case,” James said.
“…CEO who apparently jumped out of the window of his Securatron building office late Tuesday night. Glenn Fibbler was 50 years old and made it to the top of his multi-million dollar security business from his start as a mail-room clerk…”
“That looks like one of my dad’s friends. Oh my God, it is one of the 7 men!” Denise said.
“Are you sure?”
“I think so, yes!”
“OK, we need to get to the Scrushy house immediately.”