Chapter 20
"I do," Howie
walked past AJ into the room, his nose in the air, sniffing. "I don't see
any, though," he turned around slowly, looking around the room.
Kevin walked through the
suite, turning on lights as he went, sniffing, and looking closely for smoke.
"In here!" He shouted, pointing into the bedroom.
"What?" Brian
ran into the room after Kevin, his eyes widening when he saw the smoke
billowing out from the nightstand. "What in the world…"
"Here," AJ had
grabbed the fire extinguisher off of the back of the door, and pushed it into
Kevin's arms. "You know how to work this thing?"
Howie carefully opened
the drawer of the nightstand, revealing a smoldering book inside. "Fire's
out, you don't need it."
"What is that?"
Kevin asked, bending down and peering at the burnt paper.
Brian's face was white as
he joined them in the bedroom. "What book is in the nightstand in every
hotel in the world, Kevin?" He asked softly, running his hands over his arms,
trying to stop his trembling.
"Compliments of
Gideon's," AJ cracked, smiling weakly. "Well, it always is, didn't
you ever notice?"
"This idiot can't
burn a bible and think he's going to make me lose my faith," Brian said
angrily, turning around and walking out of the room.
"Brian," Kevin
chased after his cousin, finding him sitting down on the couch outside.
"He's just trying to scare you."
"It's working,"
Brian replied, biting his lip as he stared at the ground. "How the hell is
he getting so close, Kevin? He was IN MY ROOM!"
"Nobody has keys to
our rooms," AJ frowned as he walked out of the bedroom.
"Any protocol for
getting rid of this?" Howie walked out holding the burnt bible, and looked
at Brian. "B?"
Brian shook his head
slowly, "just throw it out."
"Our bodyguards
do," Kevin looked at AJ, a strange expression crossing his face. "So
does tour management."
"Yeah, but they
wouldn't do this," AJ sat down and shook his head. "I mean, I know
Marcus is a weird man, but…"
"I'm not saying
they're doing this, but what do they do with our keys?"
AJ shrugged. "Keep
'em in their wallets?"
"Each bodyguard gets
a set," Howie's eyes widened. "So does Philly, as road manager. You
can't fit five room keys, plus your own, in your wallet."
"Pocket?" AJ offered.
Kevin made a face,
"forget it, I was just thinking out loud."
"No, you've got a
point, Kev, what do they do with our keys? We know they don't use them,"
Brian said softly, looking at his cousin. "Especially Philly, he's never
needed them, he probably throws them on the dresser in his room and forgets
about them."
"Or it IS a
bodyguard, or Philly," Howie said ominously.
"They
wouldn't," Kevin said firmly. "Philly's been with us a year, the rest
for longer, I won't believe that."
"I don't know, Kev,
I'm not real prone to trusting anyone anymore, short of the people in this room
right now."
"And Nick,"
Brian added quickly. "Don't forget Nick."
"
Howie shrugged. "I
guess."
"You guess?"
Howie sighed, "I
don't know, she's just been watching all of this, you know? I don't think I'm
really going to believe she is for real until something happens to her too.
Isn't that awful to say?"
"Under the
circumstances?" Kevin shook his head. "It's sad, but,
understandable."
"I think we're all
best off hoping we find out who's doing this soon, and nothing more happens to
anyone," AJ said firmly. "Not to Brian or Tara. Just stop this
now."
"I hope so, Bone, I
hope so."
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"Seen this?"
"Paper," he
gestured to the newspaper, and sat down on her desk. "Did you see?"
"So, did you see
what it said about this guy trolling chatrooms and
scaring their fans? Sound familiar?"
Tommy rolled his eyes,
and threw the paper back at her. "Isn't this the guy who's IP you made me
check?"
"I wouldn't know
offhand, he was making threats towards them, sure."
"And exactly why did
you ask me to check that IP?"
Tommy frowned, "so
you don't know anything about this stuff?"
"Nope," she
turned back to her computer, and began clicking through abuse reports. "I
only know what these folks send in."
"They still
complaining about the Backstreet hater guy?"
"Says here the Backstreet
Boys are working with the FBI."
"So?"
"So…have you heard
anything about it?"
Tommy shrugged,
"seeing as you're the one who keeps killing this guy's account?"
"I don't know
anything about it."
Tommy swung his legs back
and forth like a little kid, refusing to give up. "Article says someone
tipped the Backstreet Boys off about this guy."
"Uh huh."
"Wonder who?"
"Wouldn't know,
Tommy,"
"Just pretty funny,
isn't it? You were all worked up about this guy, and just as things seem to get
bad, I mean, did you read? It says he attacked one of them Friday night….you
don't care anymore."
"I don't."
Tommy stood up, and
sighed. "I got your message from Friday night, you know."
"The 'goddammit, why are you asleep, I need an IP from you now'
message," he said slyly, smirking at her reaction. "Let's see, a boy
gets hurt,
"It was something
else entirely," she said quickly, frowning. "There are lots of freaks
out there, you know."
"Yeah, I
guess," Tommy sauntered back to his cubicle, waving his hands at
"Yeah, I
guess," she muttered, putting her headphones back on and returning to her
work. She plowed through the abuse queue, biting her lip as she read report
after report of 'nasty pictures of Nick' being spread around chat, sending the
standard 'we have received your report, thank you' e-mail to each girl as she
went. "OW!" A stuffed animal bounced off of her head, and she
scrambled to grab it, throwing it back at Tommy.
"Got a joke for
you," he stuck his head over the top of her cubicle, grinning down at her.
"Yes?" She
asked, rolling her eyes.
"So, two engineers
are riding bikes down the side of the road. One engineer says to the other,
'hey, that's a nice bike you got there. How'd you get it?' The second engineer
says, 'well, I was walking down the street the other day, and this woman rode
by on her bike. She stopped, took off all her clothes, and said I could have
anything I wanted. I told her I'd take the bike.' The first engineer laughs,
and says 'yeah, you're right, you never would have fit in her clothes.'"
Tommy snickered. "You like?"
"Only you'd be proud
of that joke, Tommy,"
"I'm
compiling…" he whined, throwing another stuffed animal at her. "Play
with me."
"No."
"Please?"
"Gameboy?"
"No."
"Fine. See if I ever
run an IP for you again."
"Like you helped oh
so much the first time,"
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The next morning, the
Backstreet Boys gathered in Kevin's room for breakfast before heading out for
the masses of interviews they had scheduled. Par for the course, for their life
on tour. All eyes were fixed on Nick, who was slumped in his chair, sullen and
pale, although they were all also pretending not to watch him. Which wasn't
working.
Kevin finally gave up
pretending, and put down his fork, looking at Nick closely. "Did you sleep
last night?"
Nick shook his head no,
and continued to push his food around on his plate.
"The night
before?"
Another shake of his
head.
Kevin sighed, and ran his
hand through his hair, not knowing exactly what to say, but knowing he had to
say something… "Nick, you have got to sleep."
Nick just shrugged.
"Did you talk to
Yet another shake of his
head no.
"Why not?"
Another shrug.
"Nick, care to
actually talk?" AJ finally asked, frustrated with Nick's silence.
Nick raised a pair of
bloodshot eyes to stare at AJ. "No," he said, before returning his
gaze to his plate.
"What about eating
something?" Brian asked softly, concerned for his best friend's condition.
"You haven't eaten in days."
"Not hungry,"
he mumbled, dropping his fork on the table.
"Why didn't you call
Nick looked at Kevin for
a moment, before rolling his eyes and standing up. "If she was really that
worried, she'd be here," he said harshly, before stomping out of the room.
"Kevin, what are we
gonna do?" Brian asked in a pained voice, wincing when the door slammed
behind Nick. "He's falling apart in front of our eyes."
"
"It's only
Tuesday," Howie reminded him. "How's he gonna make it until
Friday?"
Kevin bit his lip, and
sighed. "I'll call
"Good," Brian
nodded. "Tell her what kind of shape Nick's in, hopefully she'll
come."
There was a knock on the
door before it was opened, and Agent Palmer stepped inside. Her face was drawn,
and she looked at them all sadly, before taking the seat vacated by Nick.
"I need to let you all know what's going on."
"Ok…" Kevin
said with apprehension, not liking the tone in her voice one bit.
"I don't know quite
how to put this," she said carefully, looking around the table and meeting
all of their eyes. "Last night, at some point, a certain object was put up
for auction on a website. A very popular auction website."
"What object?"
Howie asked slowly, pretty sure he didn't want the answer to that question.
"When we found Nick,
we were only able to recover one of the, um," she made a face,
"dildo's used on him. The one that had been in his mouth was never
found."
"It's being
sold?" Brian whispered, his blue eyes wide with disgust. "How? God,
no.."
"It's not
anymore," she said quickly, shaking her head. "But it WAS up for
sale, for probably a good 12 hours before anyone was notified. It was posted
along with some pictures, and a description of how the object was used. The
description claimed that the dildo was not the one from his mouth, but rather…"
her words trailed off, and she saw by the expression on the guys' faces that
she didn't need to finish that sentence.
"Jesus christ," AJ hissed, staring at her. "So now
you're going to tell me you caught the person who put this up on the auction,
right?"
"I'm afraid
not," she said sadly. "We are in the process of recovering the logs
from the site from when the auction was posted, but the initial information
they gave us about him was incorrect, false name, false address."
"How do you know
it's false? Did you check? Bust his door down?" Howie asked, raising an
eyebrow when she didn't immediately reply. "Well?"
Palmer shook her head,
"the name we were given was Brian Littrell, and the address was your home
address," she looked at Brian sadly. "Your home phone number was on
the account as well."
Brian just stared back at
her, his face white.
"We need to tell
Nick, don't we," Kevin said, biting his lip hard. "Jesus, like he
hasn't been through enough…"
Palmer nodded slowly.
"The press is aware of the auction, and it is likely you will be asked
about it. I suggest you prepare an answer to the question."
"What question is
that?"
"Is it real,"
she said softly. "Was Nick raped."
"What do you suggest
we answer?" Kevin snapped angrily, unable to believe he was having this
conversation.
She sighed, "I
suggest you leave that up to Nick. He's the one who will have to deal with the
majority of questions."
"Nick isn't really
capable of talking right now," AJ said, shaking his head quickly.
"What are they gonna do? Ask, and he'll shrug? He can't deal with this
now."
"That's why I came
here to tell you, so you can prepare him." Palmer stood up, and sighed.
"I'll see you all later."
"How do we prepare
him for this?" Kevin asked sadly, looking around the table and seeing
three just as confused faces staring back at him. "After everything that's
happened…."
"Just one more
thing," Howie said, shaking his head slowly. "Nick said he couldn't
hurt anymore, be humiliated anymore. It looks like he's about to find out if
that's true or not."
"God, poor
Nick," Brian whispered, unable to say anything more.
"Yeah," AJ
agreed. "Poor Nicky."
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