Meeting Again - 87 Finally found

Robbie’s POV

“What the hell are you doing here?” Fred grumbled the moment I slammed the door to his SUV, “And why did y-”

“Start driving. We don’t have time to chit chat!” I said, hmphing irritably

“Your one to talk! You wasted fifteen damn minutes dragging me and the cops here” Fred complained giving a furtive look at the cops.

“There is a reason for that! So, where is that j*cka*s?” I asked in a low growl, also eyeing the two cops car behind in the rear view mirror.

“Here” Fred said, placing his cellphone under my nose and stamping on the accelerator at the same time

I looked at the area shown. My eyes widened. No wonder Mr. Olsen was confident no one will be able to locate him. I grumbled agitatedly,

“The ruined mansion of Emaulsen!”

“What? What’s that?” Fred asked while quickly taking the cellphone back to navigate the route and gesturing the cops to follow his car.

“That’s Olsen’s paternal house which had been abandoned and is in ruins” I replied leaning back, huffing

“Huh?? Isn’t his last name Ols-” Fred started in a surprised voice

“He changed his name” I said, curtly

“You know a lot about him” Fred said scathingly, “What are you, his personal assistant?”

“Ha ha ha” I replied humourlessly, “Olsen’s father and my grandad were friends and thus, my dad and him being childhood buddies”

“No wonder, they even share hobbies” Fred said darkly taking a sharp turn, throwing me to the window

I can’t even refute him. I looked down, embarassed, and spoke in an ashamed tone, “I don’t even know when dad became like this. He used to be a law abiding citizen, though, he was always narrow minded but not-”

“A child abducting jerk?” Fred finished the sentence, rolling his eyes in disgust

I couldn’t speak. Afterall, dad did helped in the kidnapping of Twen and was also a partner in the abduction of Tony. I couldn’t ever forgive him for this. The reality is harsh and painful.

“And would you even bother to tell what is the wedge between Tony and Olsen?” Fred asked giving me a frustrated look

I lowered my head feeling if possible even more ashamed than before, “He is the father of my ex-fiancee”

Fred slammed the brakes in bewilderment, “Excuse me?”

I saw him looking at me with creased brow. He accelerated the car again as I told him the entire matter in brief which earned me a huge frown and a glare. He spoke in angry booming voice,

“Old man, if you want to protect your man, keep your enemies to the minimal! You should know all this powerful people love to boast their power by suppressing the weak”

“I know” I mumbled feeling even more disgusted by myself. It was all my fault. How could I ever look Tony in the eye after putting him and Twen through all this.

“So, why did he changed his name?” Fred asked looking at the cellphone for route again

“That’s a long story and honestly right now am not in the mood to speak about it” I sighed.

“We still have some way to go and I am very worried. Who knows, that creepy horny jerk’s past can act as a distraction ” Fred snorted irritably

I rolled my eyes. There was absolutely no logic behind his words but truthfully even I was extremely anxious so to distract myself I ended up telling the story,

“Mr. Olsen became an orphan at six. His aunt, who was a collosal b*tch, took over the entire family business and reluctantly the responsibility of him. I heard my dad say, that he was physically, mentally and emotionally abused by her and her family. He would often come to school laden in bruises. And when he was sixteen she created some false scandal involving a girl named Charlotte in his school batch from an influential German family who, quite surprisingly, was an Omega. The German family was infuriated by him staining the name of their family’s daughter and put him behind bars, but since he was a minor, they put him in juvenile. Olsen’s aunt took this opportunity to break of all her relation with him thus, leaving him to fend for himself. Dad said that after he came out a year later, he completely disappeared for six whole years and when he resurfaced, he was a changed man. It was like…..like something about him died!” I said feeling, unsettled

“Woahhhh…it sounds like some movie plot!” Fred said, sounding both fascinated and disgusted.

I sighed, “You can say that again. Even I found it hilariously dramatic. He then changed his name, destroyed Emaulsen family, in other words, his aunt and married Charlotte, to which amazingly their family agreed. He even set up this import export business which he used for both drug smuggling and sexual satisfaction!”

“Sesssshhh! He must have a knack for doing illegal stuff” Fred said shaking his head

“You got that right!” I breathed out heavily, feeling disturbed, “Since the law never protected him from being abused or did in-depth investigation regarding the scandel, he lost all faith in it, thinking law was only for powerful. Hence, he kept taking advantage of the loopholes of the law, exploiting the weaks, predating omegas and smuggling drugs right under the law’s eyes and never getting caught as if mocking the law”

The conversation ended with a heavy suffocating silence. Fred kept driving and checking whether he was moving right. Frankly, I did pitied Olsen for what he went through but past is past and presently, he is nothing more than a doughbag! Right now, pity is the last thing I felt. I just wanted to reach him before he does any irreparable damage.

“My dad once said, Monsters are not born, they are created and today I got the living example of it” Fred suddenly spoke in a dry sour tone.

I looked at Fred whose eyes were fixed on the road. This guy has a very misleading personality. At one time, you will think he is nothing more than an airheaded laidback fool but other time he would suddenly sprout such heavy grounded stuff that you would be forced to wonder if he really is a fool.

“We have reached” he said as I saw a black broken gate approaching.

As soon as our cars stopped. I jumped out along with Fred and before the cops could stop us we ran towards the entrance. The mansion was giving a chilling and eerie vibe. It was definitely in ruins, the door to it was hanging half broken on its hinges, there were creepers growing all over it and on the entrance, the walls of the mansion was covered in mosses and I could also see some bugs and reptiles crawling around. To top it, the lights to the mansion was flickering making it look like some haunted house.

The cops quickly caught up to us and urged us to follow behind them. But neither me nor Fred were prepared to do that, we switched on our cellphone torches and entered. Behind us the cops too filed in with torches and spread out in all direction. I and Fred started looking all over the house. I heard the cops occassionally shout, ‘Negative’ ‘Negative’ after searching through several broken and downtrodden rooms. My heart was starting to beat very fast on hearing the negative response. I started wondering if dad gave me wrong information. I couldn’t help noticing that there doesn’t seem to be a single soul in sight but then again what was Amanda’s cell phone doing here, in this ruins.

I continued to search with Fred right on my toes. We had already looked through northern and the eastern side of the mansion which were totally empty and surrounded in pitch black. We had just made our way towards the south when both mine, Fred’s and the cops steps stopped. We all have heard some whispering and footsteps.

The cops and us looked at each other and nodded as if tacitly agreeing to follow the sound. It was coming from the south eastern corner of the mansion. When we approached we saw a flight of stairs leading to a well built wooden door. There was even lights coming from under the door. I, Fred and three other cops quickly walked down the flight and to our huge surprise the door was not even locked. We all looked at each other and together kicked open the door with a ‘BANG’