Act 8, Scene 2

“She’s hiding somewhere.” Kevin glanced out his window into a sea of skyscrapers. The afternoon’s sun gleamed brightly against the multiple corporation complexes, each trying to outdo each other in height. Lines of cars crawled along the midday traffic, and impatient honking played an unpleasant tempo on the listener’s ears. Tapping his fingers on his desk slowly, a habit he has taken to recently, Kevin looked up.

“I want a full scale search and while you’re at it, tell the lab I want another DNA scan.” He stood up from his lazy chair and strode past his silent brother. Hastily, he put on his new black suit, mentally reminding himself to fire the new secretary for the stray hair, and opened the front door.

“Well?” He impatiently gestured for Victor to follow before walking back to his desk to pick up the brown folder next to his coffee mug and handed the confidential papers to Victor. “Take these. Call my contractor; I want an analytical spreadsheet of the report.” Scrutinizing the room one last time, Kevin locked the door behind him.

“Why do we need her?” As usual, Victor’s tone was a lazy drawl. Leaning against the wall, he turned his patronizing gaze on Kevin. “Midnight is no longer a threat; if she chooses to return to Richard, why is it any of your concerns?” An elevator door opened at the end of the hallway, and two security guards laughed loudly.

Kevin angrily closed the distance between Victor and himself. “I lost her twice. I won’t lose again.” It was an open promise, rare even for him, but to his irritation, Victor merely raised an eyebrow.

“You won’t win, big brother.” It was a statement. Turning on his heels, Victor walked away, pointedly ignoring the profanities behind him.