Decker's home. Belle's mother starts to worry about her behavior. She's afraid Belle will do something stupid after Emma's dead. Who knows. Maybe she trying to look for Emma's murdered.
No one knows, right?
People will do something stupid for satisfaction. She doesn't believe Belle will do such things. Her daughter is an innocent creature, people loved her.
The father tried to call her cell phone so many times but the machines answered it. He still makes the final call. Nothing.
He rubs his forehead.
"Where did she go, Richards? She never behaves like this. What? Emma's dead? That's why she _ No. It can't be right. Something bothering her".
He looked up. "From the beginning?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we can't call the police about her missing. At least 24 hr then they will. Perhaps". He looked at his wife. "Emma 's death gives her a big impact and she can't accept the fact that she is gone. They grew up together. She felt it".
Molly bit her fingernail. "We should look after her, Richards".
"Where else does she go, Molly? She doesn't have many friends beside Emma". He takes a seat. "No one. I mean no one likes our daughter and you expect them to be friends with her?"
"What about her work friends? Tiana I believe. We should ask her if Belle will stay with her for one night. Maybe".
Richards glanced over the watch. Agree with his wife's opinion. He rose up, put on his jacket, then grabbed the car keys. He turned to her.
"Let's find out. It's almost evening. Anything can happen. We drive straight to the police station but first we'll see Tiana. We need her statement".
Later that. Tiana sits facing Belle's parents. She checked on her cell phone in case Belle had called her or texted her last night.
The parent been asking her a lots of questions about Belle. The answer she can give them is No. Absolutely no. She had nothing to do with Belle last night.
She even came to work last night. Though Belle is sick. So, she let her be. Now this.
"I swear. I don't know where she went, Sir. I check my phone _ nothing. She didn't come to work last night either. I didn't know her friend died. She hadn't said anything. So, I must think she is still crying about her best friend dying and I let her be".
She studies the parents. "Why do you think I kept her with me? No. I wouldn't do that. Belle still has you guys. She won't do something stupid as I know her. She's a great kid".
"We're just said, Tiana. I know it is hard to tell Emma. Did she ever tell you anything that upset her lately before Emma died?"
She shrugged. "There's a man who always comes in here for Belle. He's a smart guy. I don't know who he is. But I remember Belle said he is her English teacher at school. That's all I know".
She nodded. Remembering that.
"Belle always complains that she got a gift box and flowers from someone she doesn't know still exists. That's weird I guess. Gift box? From someone you don't know".
Belle's parents look at each other's faces. Molly did see the gift at their house for Belle. Does she?
"Do you think that teacher had to do with Belle's sudden behavior?" She asked. "I remember his name. Gibson. I think it is called".
Molly turns to her husband. "You'd said, Gibson?" Tiana nod yes.
"Who?" ask Richards.
"Gibson. Belle's teacher? Our next neighbor. That's what Tiana told us right now. She saw Gibson in here every night because Belle works here".
"I don't think Gibson will do that. He's a teacher". said Richards. "You know him better. His nice man that you always said".
She shakes her head unbelievable. What that bastard did to my daughter?!
"Look. We don't have any proof to accuse him of taking our daughter, '' said Richards. "Lacking proof the police will sue us".
Tiana eyebrows lifted. "Owh, but your wife did report him to the police. Belle told me". Richard turned to his wife.
"Gibson his name huh". Chuckle. She leans closer to Molly and Richards. "Sometimes nice men like him are more dangerous than we thought. Don't trust men who wear tie".
She wink with a smile.
"I'm gonna go back to work. That's all I can said". She's up. "Oh. One more thing. Keep in touch with me if you find where Belle is. I would like to help".
"Thank you. We will. Thanks for your cooperate".
Richards drove his car back home. Molly sits in front of the fireplace and has tea and Richards sits at the single chair doing nothing.
Molly's mind is messed-up. Gibson? Belle? Emma? All she knows is that Gibson is a married man. He brought his wife to this house. How is it possible that he took Belle with him?
This is not possible. He'd married a man. But? What he had to do with Belle. My daughter.
She looked up at her husband. "What about Jake? Should we ask him? Who knows. What he knows that we don't know. Come on, Richards".
"Not tonight, Molly. He is probably asleep. We can't just barge into his house asking about our missing daughter. The boy just got back from the hospital. We don't know if those kids are still alive. If we do that, it looks like we are accusing him of kidnapping her. I've never met this boy and his family that I'm worried about. But you did".
"We'll do it tomorrow then".
"Molly".
She shakes her head. "I don't care what that kid's family thinks of us. All I want is my daughter. I want my daughter back. If she is still not coming home, the police will. I've got the number and his name is Morningstar".
"Alright. We'll do tomorrow. We should go to school where we can find him. If _ the boys are in the school".
Somewhere road. Day morning. She still sleeps after being discharged from hospital by request. Seems her legs are fine now, so he is on chest. How many times she knocks her head on the side of the door. She is fully awake now.
Her eyes were blurred. Trying to get her sight back, she turned to him with ugly face she made.
"Morning darling". He said with a smile. "Miss me?"
Feel disgust. Oh, I'm still with this murdered. She turned on her right, looking out the view from the window. Something new. Fresh air. Different from Colorado. Unfamiliar places.
Best thing. The birds are chirping in the sky. Where is she now?
"Where are we?" She asked him.
"Kansas".
Her eyes wide. "What are we doing in Kansas?"
"Looking for a new home". He laid his hand on her lap. She shoved his hand away from her. "Owh, you gonna like it".
"I don't like Kansas. Return me to my family!"
Tsk tsk tsk. "You forgot what we were dealing with? Your family's safety?" He smirks. "Or because of your overdose with the medication the doctor gives you".
"Where's the city?"
"You overslept. You are missing it".
"Then why not wake me up!"
"I can't. Too precious to wake you up". He heard her growling beside him. "Cheer up darling. You will like it here".
She breathed. Arm crossing on chest. Her eyes are still on the view. She notices his driving, entering suburban life in the farmhouse of Garnett, Kansas. Away from town.
Later that moment Gibson parks the truck in front of the house where a mid aged woman approaches them with a sweet smile. She introduced herself as Barbara Miller the reality estate.
Gibson out from the truck while Belle still inside the truck. Her eyes look around the place, then back to Gibson who walks toward the mid age woman.
He greeted her with a precious smile.
"I'm Barbara. You must be Clark Danvers that we spoke on the phone with. This is the house and you made it". She smiles, looks over his shoulder where Belle is. "She's beautiful and young".
Gibson looked over his shoulder. "My wife, Verena". He smiled and looked around him. "62 acres aye you said?"
"Yes. Shall we take a look? I show the house". She turns her heel, walk on the porch. Keys jingled as she unlocked the door.
He walked back to the truck. "Come. Let's see our new home".
"This is not where I was born".
"Don't be ridiculous. You weren't. But our kids are. Come! Don't make me drag you out from the truck". He hissed and touched his wounded chest. "I don't in the mood to argue with you. Not now".
Gently she got out of the truck. Gibson takes her arm knowing she needs someone to help her walk. Injuries she had on her legs because of him. The couple walked on the porch and entered the house where the middle-aged woman stood waiting.
"What happened to you dear?" She asks Belle. "Are you okay?"
Gosh. I hope you notice I'm not his fucking wife!
"She had an accident while she was crossing the road. A man with a bicycle".
"Poor dear. Okay, I'll be gentle in this. Come, I will show you the house".
Later that. They three walk downstairs. Barbara hands him a house key and her business card.
"5 beds - 4 baths - 4,070sqft. Suitable for newly Wed's couple. Which is good if your kids grow up in this house".
Chuckle. "Look at all this place. Your future kids will be excited to see it. Anything you can do with this big ground. You can make a big barn. Anything".
She said with excitement.
"Appreciate that, Barbara. Thank you. This week I will come to your office for the documents".
She nodded. "Well. You two look innocent. I've never given the keys to someone not unsure about the house. Seems you two really need it. You two look very tired".
"Thank you for understanding, Barbara. Anything _ we are contacting you ''. said Gibson. Show her the card that she gives him. "See you again".
Belle watched her leave the ground. She should chase her and jump on her car, asking her to drive to the police station about Gibson. But the strong grip wrapped on her wrist spoils her planning.
She can feel his breath on the side of her head. Know what she thinks. "You said you wanted to see the city. Now let's go. We buy our groceries unless you rather starve yourself".
"Whatever!"
He hears her then smiles.
Late at night. Gibson cook the dinner. There a lot question she really want to ask him so badly. How did he get this house just like that? Since when he'd call Barbara for this house? Why he kill Emma? Lots.
She plays with her dinner and Gibson notices what she did. Half eaten. He noticed. He sipped his wine. He looked up at her.
"What do you want to ask?" He asked. She looked into his eyes. "What is it? What do you want?"
She blinked. Drop her fork on her plate. "Why?" He stares, she continues. "Why?"
"Why what?!"
"How you blend all this matters without mercy on me. Why did you do this? And how you get this house just like that, without any suspicion from that woman".
She breathed. "How?!" Her eyes on his chest. He hissed in pain. "Hurt doesn't it? It hurt when I found out you killed Emma on purpose!"
"I had too. Because she knows my secret and she is annoying. She has annoyed me since the beginning when I saw you both in the girl 's bathroom".
He smirked. Pour the wine inside the glass. "I know she will find out. Killing her wasn't my first time".
"You kill people?"
He nodded. "I did it because of you". His eyes on hers. "All I did _ is for you". His finger pointed at hers.
"Who are they before Emma?"
He sighed. Lean his back on the chair. Then he chuckled. "Killing people is like my new hobby. I chopped them with axes then buried their body where the police and others couldn't find it".
She is about to cry. He continued. "My first kill is a woman. Her background story is all over the news. Married to rich guys and cheating". Smile. "Her name is Marianne".
"Marianne?" She said softly.
Her mind is trying to flashback the news she read at school about Marianne. Yes. She did read about her. Cheating wife. Rich husband. Even the teacher spoke about it.
Because of that He'd kill her? Doesn't make any sense. Why?
"She had nothing to do with you. Why would you kill her?!"
"She doesn't. But she remembered me. I can't hurt you, Belle. But I can hurt someone else but just not you".
"You crazy bastard!"
He looked at her face. "I also killed Miss Elizabeth's boyfriend. He never appreciated her".
"Doesn't count! They had nothing to do with you!" She shouted.
Exact that moment Gibson slammed his fist on the table. She jolted, shocked. The plate and glass are shaking. His eyes read like a devil studying her as she spoke back.
"They had nothing to do with you. They are just innocent women and men you kill. And you after my best friend. You kill her. You're murderers snake!"
She grit. "How do you get this house? You kill them too? The previous owner who owns this house? You fucking kill the owner!"
"Don't say that, Belle. You wanna know? I'll tell you everything that you wanna know since the beginning. Patiently. It all begins just right on time".
He was smirking.