Blamed For My Own Demise (IN EDITING)

Issac was on time just as expected and when he walked in, he was pissed off. Tristan wasn't exactly sure why but he figured that Issac would tell him at some point, so he wasn't rushing it.

"Do you want some coffee before you start, Issac?" Camella asked. Issac simply nodded and Camella poured him a cup right away. "How many sugars?" She asked.

"Two please." He said, taking his hat off and putting it on the table. The minute Camella gave him the coffee, he began to speak. "Do any of you know Nolan Bradshaw?" he asked, looking directly at Bradin.

Tristan followed Issac's gaze to Bradin whose expression hardened. Tristan spoke for him. "Well yeah, he is supposed to be in jail for sexually molesting women and raping fourteen, killing one. But what does this have to do with anything?"

It was Bradin's turn to speak and now his expression was that of someone who had seen a ghost. "That ad in the newspaper." Bradin said. "The co-owner of the bar, Nolan Bradshaw. How did I fucking miss that?!" He yelled.

"Bradin, calm down." Tristan said. "Issac is what he's saying a lead?"

"That's who called you and now that you speak about that ad in the newspaper, it is very likely that your wife being put into this situation wasn't an accident.  Do any of you know if she had contacted him before this or if he contacted her?"  Issac asked.

Tristan hated himself right now for what he was about to say.  Maybe he shouldn't have let her go to see him to tell him that they had a daughter.  "We went together to see him."  Tristan began.  "I went to get something to drink and left her with him.  They were talking about Rosalie when I left and then when I came back, she was ready to go."  He finished.

"Could he have told her about that ad?"  Issac asked.

"Most likely."  Tristan answered.  "I'm just surprised that she would take an ad from him."

"How is work?  What made her desparate for a job?"  Issac asked.

"My work is great, she just couldn't stand to see me paying all the bills by myself.  We make ends meet perfectly and have so much left over.  I guess she didn't want me working so many hours and thought that by having a job that my hours would lessen."  Tristan said.  

"Well with this lead, there's more work that we can do.  We can find out who else he has involved in this and who might have taken her.  As well, I hate to tell you this but he was released around the time of your wife's disappearance."

"You're kidding me, right?"  Bradin asked, pissed off.  "He's a fucking murderer, a rapist, a lunatic!"  He now yelled.  "How the fuck could they just let him go?!"  

"He had alibies.  They know he comitted the murder, the rapes, but without proof there isn't much to hold him for."

"I'll get you that fucking proof!"

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Gracie was lying on the floor, her entire body throbbing in pain of what happened several hours ago.  What day was it?  She had an insane headache that took permanent residence in her entire head.  She couldn't move it to either side, she couldn't look up or down; hell, she could barely look straight.  Her eyes and eyelashes were still moist from the many tears that she had cried over and over.  

She couldn't get up from this spot.  Her entire body was in pain from the pain she had endured.  How did Natasha go through all of this for so long?

After about an hour, she found some strength again.  She needed to read a few more pages in Natasha's diary.  She needed to know what was happening.  She climbed onto the bed and over to the nightstand and reached up to the tile in the ceiling and pushed it slightly oveer.  She grabbed the book with ease and sat down on the bed and opened it.

I'm getting weaker as the days go on.  I'm done now.   I am no longer going to live this way.  It's time that I put an end to this.  I tried to kill Carl by injecting him while he slept next to me but Carl switched the medication.  He is one smart son of a bitch.  Nolan on the other hand was very easy to knock out earlier.  I just used the lamp that was on my night stand but he came back.  He tied up my hands and sat me on a chair.  He spread my legs open and tied them to the chair as well.  He fucked me while I sat there and believe me when I tell you, it was painful.  I couldn't stand it.