When I'm with you

Worry

She knocked again, insistently, and then rang the bell.
"There's no one there, Georgie," said Crowе, "I think it's obvious."
"Hell, no one's seen them at the hotel or in the office, they're not on the beach or in the Park, they're not anywhere," she said desperately, "Esther and will seemed to have fallen through the ground."
"Maybe they just decided to get off this planet."  Francis suggested, trying to see through the curtains," and I don't blame them, you know."
"Are you ever serious?", Georgie asked, "or do you have to turn everything inside out?"
"But what for? Life gives you enough to be sad about," he retorted, "You don't have enough yet and my sour face?"
Georgie snorted in response and shook the door.
"We have to get inside," she said.
"Are you crazy? Are you familiar with the term "trespassing"?",  Crowe asked.
" Hell, no, it's a different matter", did not agree with him Georgie.
"Really?", he asked.
"Exactly," Georgie said firmly, turning to look Francis straight in the eye., "So, you want to help me? We need to break this glass."
"I don't think I want to do this, it's stupid," he said, " there are always more elegant options."
"What the hell are they?", Georgie exclaime "wait until the second coming for everything to resolve itself?  What if something serious happened to them?"
"No... I didn't say that, "he said calmly," but we could pick the lock."
"You think you're a criminal Master mind? Do you think it's that easy?" she asked with a grin.
"I think I'll be able to surprise you", Crowe smiled and took something out of his pocket and began to pick at the lock. In less than a minute, the door swung open, welcoming the two uninvited guests.
Georgie stared at him, wide-eyed.
"But how?", she asked faintly. Francis surprised her more and more. Unexpectedly for her, the long-familiar cynical drunk goat suddenly began to turn into an interesting, beautiful and incredibly attractive man. This metamorphosis fascinated Georgie so much that she couldn't take her eyes off him.
"I'll tell you later," said Crowe, smiling, "go inside before the neighbors call the police."
They went into the hall and carefully closed the doors behind them.
Looking around, Georgie and Frances realized that there really was no one at home. Everything is quiet and orderly. There was no sign of any accident.
"What did you expect to find here? The severed head? Bloody writing on the walls? Broken mirrors?", he asked, walking into the living room.
"I don't know," said Miss lamb, "But there must be something".
Crowe noticed two mobile phones next to a landline phone and a notebook.
" I think I know the reason for their silence", he said, turning on both and seeing about seventy missed calls on each, "and it is simple to the point of banality. These two just forgot their phones. Perhaps they were not taken on purpose, so that no one would interfere with them. Look, you're persistent. Are your fingers tired?"
Georgie shook her head violently, as if dismissing all his jokes.
"No, I feel like there's something different here," she said, " Can you just believe me once and not bicker?"
He picked up the notebook and opened it to the last page, revealing a photograph of Edward Denham inside. Georgie was right. Something went wrong.
"I can," he said shortly, trying to figure out how Edward was involved.
"That you won't even drown me in your sarcasm?", Georgiana asked, "come on, I'm used to it."
" Not this time", said Francis, showing Georgie the ill-fated photo, "looks like a frame from a video. The quality is terrible. It's like the zoom was used."
"That asshole again!", she said, "what the hell does he want?"
"I have no idea", honestly admitted Crowe, "believe me, I have no less "bright feelings" for him. I considered his child my own for almost a year."
"I'm sorry...", Georgie said.
"Don't worry," Francis said dryly, "It's been a very long time".
"But you can't forget that," Miss lamb insisted.
"Nobody forgotten. Eric is still my son and I love him, regardless of who his biological father is", Crowe answered.
"I didn't know you two were hanging out," Georgie said, " after what Clara did to you."
"He had nothing to do with it," said. Crowe, "tell, we come here to talk about my arch-bad marriage?"
"No... sorry, " Georgie said, looking down at the landline. The answering machine showed three unanswered messages. Without a second's hesitation, she pressed the "Listen" button. Esther's beautiful voice echoed through the house.
"You have called William and Esther Babbington, unfortunately we are not at home, but you can leave us messages. We will call you back"
The phone beeped and the first message rang:
"Esther, this is Edward, please call me back! You can't do this to me! You're my sister"
Crowe and Georgie looked at each other, not understanding what was happening. Reaching out, she pressed the button again. Edward's voice came again.
"Esther, I know that I have wronged you and I have no forgiveness. But please don't do this. You'll ruin my whole life. I have a job, a home... a son... Clara. Who will help them if they put me in jail? Esther, please"
Now it was Crowe who pressed the button, waiting impatiently for more.
"Esther, it's not my fault... she's all that... this is Eliza... I thought it was just a joke, a stupid joke and nothing more... Just playing with fire... I wouldn't set the office on fire... Believe me, Esther, please, she didn't let me confess right away , she threatened me...and then, then... Hell, she paid me a lot of money to keep my mouth shut... Esther, she threw the cravat...she... Esther, please spare me... Nothing can be changed... don't ruin my life, Esther!"
She turned to Crowe, not believing his own ears. It was so unexpected and wild that Georgie felt dizzy and weak at the knees. She staggered, and Crowe picked her up deftly and sat her down on the sofa.
" Edward and Eliza set it on fire Sanditon?",  Georgie asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
"Looks like it."replied Crowe, slowly sitting down next to her on the sofa.