"Good morning, everyone." Charles greeted, standing at the breakfast table. "What about the cops?" "Who's the culprit?" "Where's Vera?" "What's the evidence you have? It's daytime, the culprit can't strike." Everyone seemed to have questions for Charles, and didn't stop until he hit the table hard. "Vera's missing." He said, and they all gasped. "Ve…Vera's missing?" Layla cried out, and ran her hands through her red hair, which Charles stared at. "Yes, she is." "Then what are you doing about it!? Where's the evidence? Who's the culprit?" She asked, looking like she was about to go crazy. "Why did you drag her into this mess? You only made her a target for the culprit!" She shouted, and half the people present stared at Charles like he ought to be hanged. "The cops are on their way." He said. "Layla loves Vera. It must be so hard." Samantha said, looking at Layla, with pitiful eyes. "What are you going to do about it? I doubt you even know the real culprit." Layla snapped, looking irritated, and scared. "Maybe I don't. Let's ask you then. What do you know about the real culprit?" He asked. "Why are you asking me that?" She snapped, again. "I was just wondering. Maybe she's a woman after all. Maybe a woman who places cloths in her shoulders to make them broader, maybe a woman like you who smells like sweet apples, and who threatens her cousin anytime he tries to speak up." Charles said casually, and Layla took a step back. Everyone turned to her. "That's bullshit. What are you insinuating?" Samantha asked. "Everyone knows how child-like Layla is. How dare you subtly accuse her of such a horrible thing?" Damien asked."Maybe you should stare at her face before coming at me." Charles said calmly, and Layla swallowed, still trying to grasp how Charles knew what only Vera had known the previous night. Just then, the doors burst open, and the cops came in. "Game over." Layla said, and everyone began to look at her in a new light. "La…" Sarah's husband was saying, but couldn't complete his words. Three of them immediately took Layla, who shook her head. "Where's the evidence? How can you just…" "Here." Charles said, opening his laptop, which he had placed on the table earlier. Then he played the video of Vera being taken. The place was dark at first, so they missed out the important part, which was the location. But they saw the attic, The culprit tying Vera up, feeding Sarah and Katie, and revealing herself. They saw everything. "How did you know about this?" Damien asked. "Thanks to Elise who recalled she had smelled sweet apples, and I happen to know Kent and Layla smell like they have an apple farm. We suspected Kent because he was the man, and spoke of an evidence we didn't have last night. We wanted Kent to provide us with evidence himself, by taking the bait, and trying to shut us up. "Everything Vera and I told you all yesterday was rehearsed. We were putting bait onto the hook, waiting for the fish. So, we attached a chip onto the button of Vera's shirt, so I could watch her being taken, and present both evidence, and the hideout to the cops. So, her going out to drink water was also rehearsed. All we need now is for Layla to spill where she kept them." Charles explained, and everyone was awed by his intelligence. "Speak up, lady." The lead officer said, and Layla burst into laughter. "All I wanted was a fun vacation. That's why I decided to play a lovely game. This isn't my first time here, so I've known about my hideout for a long time. You all were so boring. You didn't make the sweet reactions I wanted." She said, and began to laugh like she said something funny. Everyone stared at her warily, and just then, another officer came in. "Sir. It's ready. You won't believe it." He said, and the officer checked the paper. His eyes widened, and he looked at Layla menacingly."Did you think you wouldn't get caught?" He asked, then looked at everyone else. "Consider yourselves lucky. This woman is a runaway psychiatric patient, along with the man she's always with. They met at the hospital." He said. "Took you long enough to question why my cousin and I look nothing alike. Wow! It's fun! I want to play again." "Where are they?" "Buy me candy and I'll tell. Maybe, maybe not… maybe, maybe not…" Almost everyone took steps back from Layla. They could believe Kent was a mental patient, but Layla had acted perfectly. Not one of them in their wildest dreams saw her as crazy. "Can't those ladies just scream? One screamed the other time." Grace said, then threw a look of disgust Layla's way. "Ohh, them? I promised to decorate their pretty heads if they ever made as much as a muffled sound. They listen well." She replied, giggling. "Why didn't you report this last night?" Damien attacked Charles. "As you heard her, she has a gun. You want to hear the bullets popping from the hands of the insane redhead?" He asked, and they fell silent. Then, Charles dashed to his laptop, unexpectedly. "Yes?" He said, and from the laptop, they heard Vera's voice, although it was shaking, and Charles had to struggle to hear her. "What did she say?" The officer asked, when Charles jaw fell. "She's says she hears Kent singing, and the women say Layla always comes in from below the floorboard. There must be some kind of attic connected to her room." He said, and they all went to Layla's room. Kent was singing to himself, and was shocked when they all barged in. The cops climbed the bed, and stool, and found the loose floorboard. "It's here." "Too bad. I want all the pretty women in the world to disappear. Why are they so pretty? It's unfair. I'll take more the next time I escape. I promise you." Layla said, and giggled again. She was a full crazy patient already. The signs had always been there, but no one paid attention.Vera and the women were found, and they cried, except Vera, who hugged Charles, and took in deep breaths. Kent looked shocked. Like he hadn't known they were there all along. "See what you caused. Now we're going back! I warned you!" "If I get my gun, I'll blow your head off. What man is scared of a little danger? You're annoying." Layla replied, and the both of them were carted away. It was all everyone wanted to talk about, but Vera had had enough. "We're packing up immediately." She said to Charles, and everyone else remembered that they had been eager to pack up days ago. They began to pack up their things, not wishing to stay a moment longer. And two hours later, Vera and Charles were on their way out of Los Olivos. It had taken them too much time to get back on the road. Ten minutes later, the system popped up, and Charles smiled, knowing the content of the message before seeing it. He had gotten a higher intelligence quota.