text: "We can use red food coloring," You decide.
  
  "Great I have some in the kitchen, I'll go get it, head back to the front door, that's where we'll stage my death," Ryan plans out. Returning to the entrance you wait for a moment until Ryan returns with his bathrobe stained with food coloring.
  
  "How do I look?" Ryan jokes.
  
  "Can we get this over with please?" You respond not amused. Ryan lays down on the floor while you take out your cell phone and take a picture.
  
  "That should do it," You confirm.
  
  "Great, I'm going to have to get rid of this bathrobe but it's a small sacrifice, now before you return to Westfield I'll put a wire you," Ryan goes back to the room with newspaper clippings and returns with a device about the size of your thumbnail.
  
  "This is the microphone?" You ask complete baffled.
  
  "Yeah, won't set off metal detectors, almost impossible to detect during a pat down and nearly impossible to see if you're not looking for it, welcome to the twenty first century Ben," Ryan states as he clips the device on the collar of your shirt. "Get to back to Westfield pick up your sister and come back here, nothing to it."
  
  You head out of Ryan's house and back into your car. Part of you is reveled to be away from him as his love of himself is really off putting. During the twenty minute drive, fear and anxiety reenter your mind, before the fear was there because you were unsure of how to deal with Ryan. Now it's here due to the fact you're unsure how Westfield is going to deal with you. At last you arrive back at Verseweyveld chemicals. Entering the main gate of the chemical plant, several armed men approach your car. One comes up the driver's seat and you roll down the window.
  
  "The gun," He demands.
  
  You comply and hand over the gun to him. "Follow me," He further demands and you once again comply. You get out of your car and the man leads to the warehouse that you and Victoria were held in earlier. The man takes you to the room in the back where Westfield and your sister who is now untied from the chair are waiting. Victoria seems to perk up upon seeing you, almost making a smile.
  
  "It's done," You confirm to Westfield.
  
  "Are we happy?" Westfield asks the man who brought you in.
  
  "I don't know, Northcutt responded to the scene along with Lee, Wilson and Fanning but none of our boys," The man informs.
  
  "Well this is why I wanted the picture to be taken, Ben can you show me the photo?"
  
  You hand over your cell phone with the photo of Ryan staging his death Westfield looks at it and a smug smile appears on his face. "We're happy," Westfield tells the other man.
  
  "How'd did Northcutt get there before Miller?" The man asks Westfield.
  
  "She must have recognized the address when the call came in, she and Ryan have worked together," Westfield assumes.
  
  "He did what you wanted, now let us go," Victoria demanded.
  
  "A deal's a deal, go to your brother," Westfield allows.
  
  Victoria runs up to you and hugs you tightly. "Let's get out of here," she pleads. You want to leave just as badly you need to get Westfield to admit he conspired to kill Ryan.
  
  > say "Aren't you worried the police will find out you killed Ryan?"
  "Aren't you worried the police will find out you killed Ryan?" You ask Westfield hoping to get his confusion of planning a murder.
  
  "I thought it was obvious that I decided what the police do, granted there's some people like Northcutt who I can't control but they won't able to make a difference, the cops will never get anywhere trying to solve that murder just like they won't get anywhere solving Steve's murder, besides why do you give a shit on whether or not I get caught?" Westfield asks with a hint of suspicion.
  
  "If you get caught that puts me and Victoria in danger and I've been trying since yesterday afternoon to specifically get out of danger."
  
  "Fair enough."
  
  "Ben it's time to go," Victoria insists. The two of you head out of the room and out of the warehouse, fearing any moment Westfield's goons would open fire. Your worries turn out to be for nothing as you're able to get into your car still parked in the front of the main gate.
  
  You quickly start the car and drive off. "Ryan isn't really dead," You reveal to your sister as you exit the chemical plant.
  
  "What do you mean?" Victoria asks in a combination of fear and confusion.
  
  "I went to Ryan's house and explained the situation, we're going back to his house."
  
  "Westfield is going to find out you didn't kill him, we're fucked."
  
  "No we're not, I had a wire, everything Westfield said I got on tape, Ryan is going to make it public and that will be the end of Westfield and his gang."
  
  "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Ben?"
  
  "I wasn't going to kill a man and I sure as hell wasn't to let you become a sex slave, there's a cop named Carla Northcutt who's going to help us, she's the one who told the police that Ryan was dead so I would be able to trick Westfield."
  
  The rest of the drive is silent as Victoria has obvious doubts about this plan and you do as well. When you return to Ryan's house you see a police car in the driveway. You pull up behind it and head to the front door. Before you can ring the bell a women slightly older then you with light brown hair in a bun and matching colored eyes opens the door and points a gun at you and Victoria.
  
  "Who the fuck are you?" The women demands to know.
  
  "I'm Ben Higgins and this is my sister Victoria Higgins," You answer in a serious manor.
  
  Ryan comes running up to the doorway. "Whoa, easy Carla they're our side," he defuses the situation.
  
  Carla lowers her gun. "Sorry, come on in."
  
  "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Victoria yells at Carla.
  
  "I said I was sorry what more do you want?"
  
  "Since yesterday morning, I've had a man who I though loved me sell me to pay off a debt, I've been kidnapped by some gang leader who almost sold into prostitution, my brother has been putting his life on the line all day to rescue me and after surviving all I don't want to die at the hands of some paranoid trigger happy nutjob."
  
  "Both of you cut it out," Ryan breaks up the fight. The four of you head inside Ryan's house as Carla gives a nasty glare to Victoria.
  
  "So do did you get something on tape?" Ryan eagerly asks you.
  
  "Yeah I have it right here," You reply while taking the device off your collar and handing to Ryan.
  
  "Atta boy, I'll load this up to my computer and it'll go public in no time." Ryan says with enthusiasm
  
  "You better have gotten something useful, a lot of good people went along with this plan faking Ryan's death, if Westfield isn't in jail by tomorrow we're all dead, including you," Carla coldly points out to you.
  
  Ryan heads into a den with a desk up against the wall and a very expensive looking computer on it He sits down on a very worn office chair and inserts the device in the computer.
  
  "Aren't you worried the police will find out you killed Ryan?" You ask Westfield hoping to get his confusion of planning a murder.
  
  "I thought it was obvious that I decided what the police do, granted there's some people like Northcutt who I can't control but they won't able to make a difference, the cops will never get anywhere trying to solve that murder just like they won't get anywhere solving Steve's murder..."
  
  "That was Westfield's voice, he admitted not just to trying to kill Ryan but about the corruption in the police department as well," Carla says in both admiration and shock.
  
  "This is the fucking jackpot, I'll upload this and by tomorrow morning Westfield is going to be in handcuffs and in a week I'm going to be on every major news outlet in the country," Ryan states gleefully.
  
  "Along with half of the force, the words 'law enforcement' might actually mean something in Van Hove," Carla says with a hint of happiness.
  
  "Can we go home now?" Victoria requests as her energy is running low.
  
  "We're not of the woods yet, it's going to be sometime between that recording being up online and Westfield actually being brought down, you two are going to have to lay low for a while because Westfield's thugs are going to come after you in a desperate attempt to stop his downfall," Carla warns.
  
  "Should we check in to a motel?" You ask.
  
  "No after they discover you aren't home, motels are going to be the next place they'll check, I have this place on the edge of town I use for people trying to hide from Westfield since the force won't do shit, you and your sister can hide there until Westfield is arrested.
  
  "What about Ryan?" You wonder.
  
  "I got my own place where I can hide out."
  
  "Ben can I talk to you second?" Victoria requests.
  
  You follow her out into the hallway. "What's wrong Vic?"
  
  "I don't trust these people, that guy Ryan is clearly only interested in becoming famous and now we have helped him get what he wants, we're expendable and that women Carla is deranged, I think it might better if we just left and went home, besides in a few hours this whole thing will be over with anyway."
  
  > go to Carla's safehouse
  "Vic we've made this far and I don't want to myself or you in danger when we're this close to getting out of this mess alive," You reject your sister's idea.
  
  Victoria gives you an annoyed look as both of you head back into the den. "When do we leave?" You ask Carla.
  
  "We can go right now," Carla informs. "Ryan please be careful."
  
  "I'm heading out after I make this public," Ryan reassures.
  
  "Alright then let's go," Carla orders.
  
  You and Victoria follow her into the foyer out of the house, once outside you head to your cars. "I'll take my cruiser you can follow me in your vehicle."
  
  She gets in her car as you get in yours and soon you're on the road.
  
  Victoria sits in the passenger seat still annoyed at your decision. "You know I'm doing this because I care about you and want you to be safe," You mention to her.
  
  "I know, I know," Victoria responds as she lightens up.
  
  You continue to follow Carla for about ten minutes before pulling up to a rundown house that makes your place look like a palace. After pulling into the driveway, you and your sister get out of the car, the annoyed look she had earlier is back on her face.
  
  "Sorry this place is a piece of shit but it's only for a day," Carla states as she steps out of the police car. "This way please."
  
  The three of you enter the house which has lights that barley illuminate anything, not there is anything worth seeing. Carla leads you to a room with horrible wallpaper that is peeling off and two beds. "I hope you don't mind sharing a room," Carla says in a no nonsense demeanor.
  
  "It's fine, I appreciate you doing this," You thank Carla as Victoria rolls her eyes at this statement.
  
  "I'm going to be in the kitchen on lookout, let me know if you need anything."
  
  As Carla walks away your sister quickly claims the bed on the right side of the room, leaving you with the one on the left side. While lying in bed Victoria turns to you a while you sit on your bed.
  
  "I saw the way you were looking at Carla as you thanked her, I can't believe your mind would be focused on girls during a time like this." Victoria teases.
  
  "You know it might be easier for me just to return you to Westfield," You tease back and Victoria shows a faint smile.
  
  An hour later you and your sister still lie awake in your beds.
  
  > go to bed
  It takes another hour but you and Victoria manage to finally fall asleep. The slumber is a welcome relief of cruel reality that life has become lately, like all good things it doesn't last forever as you're forced backed into reality when something starts shaking your arm.
  
  "Ben you lazy bum wake up," Your sister demands as you slowly open your eyes and discover it's her who's shaking you.
  
  "Is something wrong?" You ask still half asleep.
  
  "It's Westfield, he got arrested, it's all over."
  
  The news causes you to sit up in your bed. "Are you serious?"
  
  Carla enters the room. "I just got the call from Ryan, now before you go celebrating out in the streets, I want you two to stay here for the day just to be safe."
  
  "Bitch," Victoria mutters as soon as she's sure Carla is out earshot.
  
  "Glad to see this event didn't change you," You quip.
  
  "Oh excuse me, I didn't you were paying attention, I thought you'd be too busy drooling over her, you have very strange taste in girls."
  
  "At least I'm not the one who dated a kidnapper, you know I had plans yesterday and I had to put them all on hold to save you, that really made things inconvenient for me."
  
  Victoria picks up her pillow and chucks at you, getting you right in the head. It seems life is returning to normal much faster than you expected.
  
  > Four months later
  Looking out the window in your bedroom you see "Walker for mayor" sings in nearly every yard in the neighborhood. Ever since Ryan took down Westfield, he has become the hero of Van Hove. Using his new found popularity he has turned his attention away from journalism to politics. Your name has been kept out of the spotlight during all of this and that's the way you wanted to be. You have no desire for fame and attention, all you care about is that your sister is safe and Westfield will no longer be able to harm her. Victoria is away at college now although she is coming home in a month for Thanksgiving and you're really looking forward to that.
  
  Carla is the new chief of police and now has the daunting task of rebuilding the force and getting people to trust them again. From what you've seen of Carla you have no doubt she'll be able to pull it off. Westfield will be spending the rest of his life in a maximum security prison coming to terms with the fact he'll no longer be feared. As for you, you remain a person of no consequence with lackluster social skills who makes money fixing people's computers from home. There was once a time when you resented being a recluse, but now you know how much worse life can be and that things aren't so bad for you. It may not be an interesting life but it's your life and you wouldn't want it any other way.