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“Ok men, and women, let’s split up and look for Mr. Carter. Bethany and JJ, you two go upstairs, and Mr. Jones and I will search down here. The rest look in the back.”
“Ok, if we find him we’ll call you.”
“Ok, good luck!” We walked up the stairs, which I could tell were really old. It was slightly hard to see so we had to be careful. We walked up the stairs, and there was a row of several doors in front of us with a hall that ran beside them.
“Well, which one?” I asked.
“Well, we should try all of them.”
“Yeah, but where should we start?”
“Let’s start at the beginning.”
“Ok, whatever.” We walked over to the door closest to us, and looked inside the window. No Nick. Then the next one, still no Nick. Then one by one we checked, and still there was no Nick. I was beginning to think that he’d tricked us when we came to the last door. I looked in, and sitting in the corner was Nick. He looked ok, but I could tell he was slightly hurt. I opened the door and saw he was asleep. I walked over and gently kissed him on the cheek, and he opened his eyes.
“Bethany! You’re here!” He said giving me a huge hug.
“I thought I’d lost you when I woke up and you were gone. I thought I’d never see you again!” I said.
“Oh Bethy, I’d never let that happen!” We sat there hugging each other when the police came in.
“Aww that’s so sweet!” I looked up, and Mr. Jones had a tear in his eye. Nick and I stood up still in each other’s arms. We walked down the stairs and in to the car and headed for Nick’s. We never let go of each other the whole way there. We'd just been dropped off at Nick’s when an message came over the cb radio.
“Um Bill, we have a situation down here at the station. Apparently, Sam Smith hung himself.”
Devotion