Alice nodded with a small smile, leaning down into the seat until her feet were up on the dashboard, her eyes out the window. She didn't talk much during the ride there, which was unusual based on their past time spent together. When they arrived she slipped out of the seat, leaving her backpack in the car. "Mind if we get out of here after we find something? I don't care where, we can go clubbing with fake IDs if you want," she said with a crooked grin, glancing sideways at him. "Are you surprised I have one? Never used it, though," she smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

As soon as they got inside she called for her father, making sure he wasn't home. As if his sedan being absent from the carport didn't make it obvious. "It's upstairs," she muttered, looking at him with worried eyes, standing at the bottom of the stairs. "You honestly think we'll find something?" Alice added, but still didn't move. Finally she reached for his hand, wrapping her fingers around his before making her way upstairs. The second door on the left led to a small study that was just as perfect as in the movies. There were no pictures of anyone, however, and no drawings from Alice as a child. Only expensive nicknacks and stacks of papers in and out of pale yellow folders labeled with...

"Names. All the folders are labeled with names," Alice murmured, licking her lips as she stood over the large desk. There was a computer, but she knew it would be password protected.