A/N: Okay, so I'd really like to hear your thoughts on this one- it is a bit longer, but we do start getting clues as to whose behind it. So I'd like to hear if you guys have any more guesses, and it is someone we know! Enjoy. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or the characters (but wouldn't it be fabulous if I did?).
Now it was Paris' turn to pace. She had been yelling at the officers in London's police department for over an hour, and now it had seemed that she'd run out of steam (though Rory had always hypothesized that Paris could never truly run out of steam when it came to insulting and yelling at innocent people).
Rory had been trying to focus on her statement, writing down every detail she could remember from the pas few days, every thing she knew about Eric and Logan's connections to him, but she could hardly focus with Paris' heels click-clacking along the tile surface of the station's tile floor.
"Paris!" she said. "You stop pacing now! You told me to stop, and I did, but now you are, and you've got to stop!"
Paris looked at her. "I am trying to figure out what is going on here, how some idiot of an employee could manage to run off with Huntzberger, something these imbeciles-" The officers looked at her, irritation on each of their faces, since they knew that any insult from this woman was clearly meant for them. "-can't seem to do anything right, or, Heaven forbid, do their freaking job."
She continued pacing, her heels click-clacking until Rory thought she was going to crazy.
Finally, mercifully, the click-clacking, the pacing, the insulting stopped. Paris looked at her watch. "I have to go," she announced. She turned to Rory. "I have somewhere to be right now," she said.
Rory frowned. "Where?"
"I'm meeting with someone," said Paris, shrugging off Rory's question. "But I have my cell on. Call me if the bumbling morons over there manage to think of any way to get Huntzberger back. Or if you think of anything else to add to your statement. I say, it's more likely that the two of us find him than them, so keep me updated."
Rory nodded, sinking back into her chair, searching every part of her brain for a clue as to where she could find Logan.
Logan had spent enough time with Eric to know that he wasn't any kind of genius. Especially not enough of a genius to pull of this. To plot and plan a kidnapping with that much precision, then to evade the cops with another person in tow. There was someone working with him, or someone helping him get through this. But Logan couldn't figure out why, or who.
He sat on that cold, hard floor until he heard a sound coming from the opposite wall. Someone was thudding around up there- the sound was that of footsteps on stairs- and they were coming down. Which meant that he was in a basement of some sort. Well, he could've already guessed that.
The squeaking of a door alerted him that the person he'd heard was now with him. With the flick of a switch, a dim lightbulb in the middle of the room sprang to life.
Logan hoped it wasn't Eric, hoped it was the someone who had planned the whole scheme, hoped it was someone he could get information out of.
Sadly, the familiar face came into focus, and Logan realized that he was, once again, in the presence of his father's dimwitted ex-employee. He sighed.
"Hello, Logan," said Eric. "I-uh- I brought you a sandwich." He set a wrapped sub in front of Logan and nodded towards it, then took a step back.
"Where am I, Eric?" Logan asked.
Eric shrugged and looked away.
"Where am I?" Logan asked, this time more sternly.
"I can't say," said Eric quietly.
"Yes, you can," said Logan, a little bit more calmly.
"No. I can't. I'll get in trouble…won't like it…" Eric muttered, looking away from Logan.
"Who won't like it, Eric?" Logan said, his voice hard.
Eric didn't answer; he began to glance around the room nervously.
"Eric!" Logan shouted.
Still, Eric would say nothing.
Above them, Logan heard a door opening, and then the distinct sound of heels click-clacking their way down the hallway above them.
"Who is it Eric?" Logan demanded.
The click-clacking got louder as it began to descend the stairs.
Eric shook his head as the door slowly opened.
A/N: Ta-da! Any guesses yet? You'll find out in a few days, if you review! (: