Lucas understood why Alice would want to get out of the house after they found something. He couldn't imagine how hard it must be to learn all this crazy stuff about her own father. He wondered how she was handling all this and made a mental note to ask her about it later to make sure she was all right. He blushed slightly when she took his hand and slowly followed her up the stairs.

The moment the two of them walked into her father's study, Lucas got the feeling that what they would find wasn't going to put them in the mood to go clubbing. The small room gave him goosebumps. Something about it seemed really unsettling, and Alice was the first to notice something strange: all the organized folders on her father's desk were labeled with names. That was definitely a red flag.

Lucas approached the large, wooden desk. His hands hovered nervously over the pale yellow folders. He was overcome with the desire to flip through them to see what names were on file, but... No, he couldn't touch them. He was being paranoid, but if anything seemed out of place when her father got back... He didn't want to be responsible for anything happening to Alice.

Then his eyes caught something. Maybe he wouldn't need to go digging through the files after all.

"Alice," he breathed. He placed his hand on her shoulder and pointed shakily to the top folder on the pile. [i]Skylar Matthews[/i] was written in permanent marker on the tab. Lucas's heart began to speed up. This was bad. Really bad.