"Why am I here?"
Mistress had been found in the attic, looking for stamps that Sears would add to his new collection. He dragged her out of her room and into the attic for the sake of getting her out of the way for the date.
"Because I'm too lazy to have hobbies."
He went downstairs and found that Alexandria wasn't home yet. Looking around the house, he found that the rest of his crew was present. Scott was talking up Sears to Abigail, Joey was cooking dinner, and BB was still dead.
"Oh, hey there big man, what're you up to?"
"Nothing much. Say, have you seen Alexandria?"
Fear, true fear crossed Scott's face. He had been scared of many things and losing someone so dear to him was a fear that stayed with him for such a long time after his family's death. She was always on time. Even when she and BB escaped the prison, she had been there on time. Her schedule was godly to her, and she was a saint.
"No, where have you seen her last?"
"I sent her into town to run some errands. She was supposed to be back a few hours ago."
Joey rose from his spot in the kitchen like a phoenix from the ashes and moved inward towards the three people in the dining room.
"I'll bring her back. I have some guys in the Big Apple that can help us out."
"Wait, you let us stay here and yet you have friends in the neighborhood?"
"You never asked, also, these aren't those kinds of friends."
Scott allowed for his face to smile. The underground was where he succeeded most in his youth.
"Oh, well in that case, I have friends from here to West Virginia."
"That doesn't matter. Come on, we need to find her. I'll take morgues and hospitals."
"Alright, I guess I'll take police stations."
Joey's eyes scoured between Sears and Scott. When they finished talking, he piped up.
"I'll take Harley's house."
For the next few days, they looked through the city. Joey had listened to Sears during their dinner as he believed that Harley might have been behind the disappearance. Using his subtle skills of intimidation, he made it into the city records office. In the records office, he had been able to get into the land records. Including a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere that he owned. With no time to spare, he called his guys in the Yakuza to move in. Somewhere in his mind, he believed that this would come back to bite him.
"Yo, what's going on with you?"
"Well, I have this place over in Jersey. I need a favor for the plane. Send a few guys, get some guns, get the hell over there."
See, his grandfather was a wealthy American man, and Joey grew up in a strange side of Tokyo. This put him in contact with the Yakuza whilst also allowing him to smuggle drugs from Tokyo to America via his private jet.
"Didn't you miss out on a few deliveries?"
"Just do it."
Joey left a message to the cabins and jacked a car. He was going to make his way to the farm. For the next three hours, he drove. Not in a million years could he have expected what he saw at that farm. He was already a little sleepy. There was an itch in his neck and whenever he got out of the car his knees popped. Small purple bags were forming under his eyes, and he was a sensation that released as a yawn released from his mouth.
"Hello there, is there anything that I can help you with?"
Harley was in the doorway of the church. His mind felt like it was gone. Similar to Joey, Harley hadn't been getting much sleep. The only thing of Harley's presence Joey that Harley could see in the dark wooded farm was a purple button up and a gold watch. All that Joey could see of Harley was the lantern resting in right hand and the circular lenses that were nestled into the glass frame on his face.
"Yes, I was looking for a girl that might've come through here."
"Aren't we all?"
Joey let out a fake chuckle. Harley and Joey were locked into a staring match that would last until one of them dropped their mask of hospitality and proceeded with their inevitable combat.
"Sure, but have you seen her? She's about yay high and a little birdie told me she was in the neighborhood."
"Would you like to come inside? I have dinner roasting and I think I might've seen her near my garden."
Joey immediately made time come to stop for a minute as he proceeded with moving towards the man. When he got close enough, he saw that his clothes were dirty, as if he was a doctor who had just performed surgery.
"What in the world?"
Without warning, the flow of time returned to normal and Harley was face to face with Joey. The two could see each other well now. Harley had well defined facial features like dimples and rosy, red cheeks. Harley could see two green eyes that looked right through him. One thing that also passed his glance was how he could have been a boxer or fighter of sorts.
"Now that's a fun sight to behold."
Whilst Joey had been gobsmacked at his ability not working, Harley took a monkey wrench from his pocket. He was going to be testing Joey with his current inquiry. Using all of his might, he used something he picked up from a former employer. See, Harley used to work with the man in the doctor's office.
"You hit me!"
Joey placed his fingers on his left hand over his right hand and tried to put it back together, but thanks to only having three fingers on his left hand, he wasn't able to hold his hand together well. Harley used this pain to go in for a second strike. Hitting his knees and moving upwards towards his stomach. Using the wrench, it allowed him to repeatedly attack. Joey's left hand was covered in blood and left him completely exposed for another attack. Harley struck him in his head, knocking him unconscious.
"This is going to be a good day."[1]
Slowly but surely, Harley dragged Joey back into the church.
[1] I like the movie Creep, so I added this reference.