The group barged back into the house, Laurel snapping,
"You seriously thought we wouldn't notice?"
"Don't yell at me. Yell at him!" Michaela pointed to Connor, and so Laurel did just that.
She shouted, "What's wrong with you?"
"Me?" He then shifted his gaze between Laurel, Wes, and Karmen. "How are you three okay with this?" Before anyone could respond, Bonnie descended from the stairs.
"This was your idea?" She icily asked Connor.
"I-I didn't—" He began to protest, only for Bonnie to cut him off.
"Do not lie to me."
She marched right up to the brown-haired boy. "There is no decision here. It was already made, and you agreed. So either get on board, or you're the next dead body out there." Bonnie hissed, and Alyssa's breathing slowed at her words. After a pause, Walsh finally nodded.
"Yeah."
Bonnie then turned to Wes, holding out her hand. "Give it to me." She ordered, and Wes handed her the pistol.
~~~~~~
Alyssa stood wide-eyed, Philip standing in front of her with an innocent smile adorning his face.
"You're here...you know where I live." She breathed out, her eyes flickering to her phone on the counter. If she could just reach it...
"Don't touch that." Philip deadpanned, noticing her gaze. She transfixed her stare on him, words not able to come out of her mouth. That was until he started walking closer.
"Um...o-okay, sorry. S-sorry about the whole incident, I mean it's just we really wanted to meet you," she rambled as he stepped forward, "We meaning me and my boyfriend, Connor. I just told you his name...damn it...well anyway, we like you." She searched for some kind of excuse in her mind.
"Oh, and uh, we were looking into having a threesome." She almost shook her head at the terrible lie. "Just please, don't kill me." She pleaded as Philip's eyes burned into her.
"No, I don't want to kill you." He said, and her breath hitched.
~~~~~
Karmen heaved a sigh as silence filled the car. Laurel and Frank got into an argument over her tattling, and then Connor was dropped off at his apartment. They were close to Michaela's place when Frank's phone rang. He picked it up, and Karmen chose not to listen in on the conversation. Soon enough, he put his phone away and declared,
"We have to go to Annalise's." She perked up.
"Why?" She asked, and his eyes met hers from the rearview mirror.
"No clue." After that, another wave of quiet washed over the car, up until they reached Annalise's home. When the group got in, Annalise had a pissed off look on her face, while Connor had one of sheer panic. She also saw Detective Lahey, an unreadable expression on his face. That caused fear to ripple through her, yet she remained silent as Annalise explained the situation. Apparently, Connor thought Alyssa had gone missing, his evidence being the door to their apartment open, a carton of milk spilled all over the floor, and the girl's phone left on the counter. He also filled Annalise in on the stakeout, hence her anger. Karmen felt a tang of dread pass over her.
"This is why you'll never be a lawyer. You don't have basic common sense!" Annalise lectured Frank.
"You're mad at me, I get it, but we don't know if anything happened yet." Frank replied, and Karmen ran a hand through her hair.
"We do. She's been kidnapped." Connor's voice wavered.
"Because you came home to some spilled milk on the floor?" Frank shot back.
"She left her phone." Connor argued, and Karmen mentally backed him up. None of this sounded like anything Alyssa would do.
"Maybe she went to go cheat on you." Frank snipped, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from lashing out.
"Frank." Annalise warned, and Connor spread his arms out.
"I don't understand why we aren't calling the police." He exclaimed, to which Wes calmly said,
"The police are already here." Karmen's eyes traveled to Nate.
Professor Keating stepped closer to the man. "Nate's not involved in this."
"Why not? Let's fill him in." Connor shrugged.
"Mr. Walsh—"
"We illegally hacked some guy who's a suspect in our other case," Connor interrupted Keating, "and he found out, and now he's kidnapped my girlfriend." He confessed, and Karmen's eyes widened. She was afraid too, but she wouldn't have admitted to all of that in front of a police officer.
"You should go." Annalise told Lahey, but he dismissed her.
"I can't have you involved in this." She shook her head.
"I'm already involved." Nate debated, and then added, "Maybe I can help."
"Of course you can help. You could call the police station." Connor suggested, his face contorted in stress.
"You know, she's only been gone an hour." Laurel tried to reassure, only for Connor to spin towards her and yell,
"It only takes seconds to kill someone, Laurel!"
"Connor." Annalise focused the attention back on her. "You're scared, I understand that. But Alyssa needs you to keep your head on straight right now. Can you do that?"
"She shouldn't have even done this. But Frank forced her to." Walsh turned to face Frank, and Karmen's frown deepened. It wasn't Frank's fault.
Michaela pitched in, "Alyssa seemed fine doing it."
"Because she wants to make her happy." He nodded towards Annalise. "I mean, that's what we're all here for, right?" He faced the professor.
"If anything happens to her, it's on you." He said to her.
"Why can't we find her on our own?" Laurel questioned, and Connor looked at her.
"How?"
"I don't know. Sinclair already wants to take us all down. If we go to the police, it's gonna give her exactly what she needs!" She hissed, and Michaela agreed with her. Karmen still remained silent, her mind overflowing with doubt. She wasn't sure if Alyssa was in danger or not. Connor began to refute, causing Connor, Michaela, Laurel, and Frank to get into a screaming match.
"Stop it!" Annalise shouted, ending the argument. She then glanced at Nate. "Call it in."
Multiple people protested, but she shut them down, and Detective Lahey pulled out his phone. He had already introduced himself and stated the fact that there was a possible missing person when a new voice rang out,
"Hey." She flinched and whirled around to find Alyssa in front of her. Karmen resisted the urge to run and hug her best friend, instead standing still.
