Chapter Five: Good Friends:
Becky looked out the hotel window; four whole months and still nothing. She knew the police were dragging them in circles with the case. What were they hiding? Beckyâ€™s mind tripped back to the worst.
â€œBecky,â€ a voice spoke up. The blonde woman looked up and turned around. A woman with short red hair looked at her concerned. Beckyâ€™s blue eyes met her brown ones.
â€œYes, Willow?â€ she asked. The woman shuffled a bit where she stood.
â€œWe havenâ€™t found Anna in four months,â€ she pointed out.
â€œI know,â€ Becky replied.
â€œYou sure sheâ€™s still alive?â€ Willow asked.
â€œThe police wonâ€™t even show us her body!â€ the former club president replied, â€œIn factâ€¦â€ The woman stood up from her spot. â€œI think the police are hiding something!â€ she finished. A collective groan filled the room. Becky looked around confused.
â€œWhat?â€ she asked. Gillian rolled her eyes at her.
â€œItâ€™s been four months!â€ she yelled.
â€œI know,â€ Becky repeated.
â€œNo, you donâ€™tâ€ Gillian replied. Becky looked at her with a frown on her face.
â€œWhat?â€ she asked. Willow herself looked rather somber.
â€œYou donâ€™t get it, do you?â€ she asked, â€œFour months and we have nothing!â€
â€œClareâ€™s dad is starting to get suspicious,â€ Gilliam said, â€œHe might stop sending us money to stay here.â€ Becky looked at them in sympathy.
â€œLook,â€ she insisted, â€œThis isnâ€™t a wild goose chase; something tells me that there is something wrong here. Why havenâ€™t we seen a body if Anna was dead?â€ The girls went quiet as Becky became serious.
â€œExactly,â€ she said.
â€œSo, what are you getting at?â€ Willow responded.
â€œThis country is hiding something,â€ Becky summed up with a smile, â€œWhat? I donâ€™t know just yet.â€ Gillian rolled her eyes.
â€œAnd if there isnâ€™t?â€ she asked. Becky bit her lower lip.
â€œWell thenâ€¦ We go home,â€ she said.
â€œFine,â€ Gillian said sternly, â€œWeâ€™ll stay longer.â€ Becky began to smile.
â€œThanks,â€ she said. â€œIn fact, letâ€™s take a break tomorrow.â€ Willow, Gillian, and the other girls looked surprised.
â€œSerious?â€ Gillian asked.
â€œYeah,â€ Becky said with a nod, â€œYou guys deserve it after all.â€
â€œOoo, can we go anywhere?â€ Clare cheered.
â€œSure,â€ the former president said. The rich woman smiled up to her ears.
â€œSweet!â€ she cheered, â€œCan we go to Kyoto tomorrow?â€ Becky smiled and nodded.
â€œSure,â€ she said.
â€œYay!â€ Clare cheered as she felt like flying. Gillian rolled her eyes.
â€œWhatâ€™s so great about Kyoto anyway?â€ she questioned. Clare eyed her as if she was looking at the crazy cat lady.
â€œWhatâ€™s so great about it?!?â€ she yelled, â€œKyoto is flooded with history, religion, and culture!â€ The Pink Floyd fan looked away with a smirk.
â€œFigures,â€ Gillian said, â€œYou always were a history nut!â€Clare stuck her tongue out at her.
â€œSo? History to me is like Pink Floyd to you.â€ she challenged.
â€œNot the same!â€ Gillian corrected.
â€œYes, it is,â€ Clare argued.
â€œNo, it isnâ€™t!â€ her wilder friend said with her tongue sticking out.
â€œYeah, it is!â€ the rich woman said as she both her hands on her hips. Becky cleared her throat and both women went quiet. Their former president smiled.
â€œItâ€™s settled then,â€ she said, â€œWeâ€™ll go to Kyoto.â€ Clare stuck her tongue out at Gillian again. This time, the other friend pretended not to notice.
â€œRight, whatever makes the history nut happy!â€ Gillian replied. Clare gave her a playful push on the arm.
â€œPink Floyd freak!â€ she said. Gillian razzed her back.
â€œShut it, you!â€ she said jokingly.
â€œRight,â€ Becky cut in. Clare and Gillian smiled at her.
â€œWeâ€™re only play-fighting,â€ Clare said. Gillian grinned as she nodded.
â€œBusiness as usual!â€ she chimed. Becky only looked at the close pair.
â€œEvery damn time!â€ she mumbled to herself. The close friends only grinned at her.