Finding Honour: Day 3

Word Count: 19,341

Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
The police questioned Borden about whether or not he'd seen Honour due to Christine's suspicions that Honour had gone to see him, and he told them that she hadn't. The Frankes went to the ugly trailer and found a note that told them to pay what they owed and they'd find their child. Honour arrived at the gang headquarters and met Eira. Honour then talked to Eira about Christianity and explained it to her.
Chapter 6:
Incredibly curious in regards to the suspicious activities of the man and the couple he'd seen visiting the ugly trailer over the past two days, Borden went to look at it himself and found that whomever had been living there had been tracking Honour. Honour and Eira then talked some more and Honour realized that her parents were bad guys and started feeling rather scared and alone.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Two incidents of suspicious activity at that place in two days. It was bothering Borden. That ugly trailer had been where the man came from with that sleeping bag, and then a blonde couple — an armed couple — came and searched the place thoroughly. Borden had their license plate number — not that he was sure he could look it up or anything.
The suspicion around that place was driving Borden wild. He had to go look around it himself. Opening his backpack, he pulled out his pair of slim, yet well-insulated gloves that he'd used in the winter. Even if they were a little on the warm side, they were the only gloves he had, and the last thing he wanted to do was go leaving his fingerprints at the place or goodness knew he was going to be questioned again.
Putting the gloves in his pocket, Borden stepped outside. He looked both ways before crossing the rather uneven and poor looking strip of asphalt that was the road in this park and then went over to the ugly trailer.
He put his gloves on and turned the know. The interior of the trailer wasn't any less ugly than the exterior of the trailer in regards to decoration — it was high seventies — but it was neater, quite a bit neater for the most part. It looked odd for a place with such outdated style to be looking so neat and clean like it did. It didn't look like a haven for suspicious activity.
As he scanned the living room into which he'd entered, Borden couldn't help but notice that a change had occurred in himself. His senses were alert, his analysis was critical, his whole body was tense and ready for action at the drop of a hat. He felt like he was doing more than just existing. He was living.
His gaze swept across the floor, the carpet was a beige-gold colour with a but of a metallic sheen, but there was a stain on it. A stain that was rather reddish. After doing a quick survey and determining that there was no one waiting to pounce on him, he strode over to the spot and squatted down.
It could very likely — more likely than anything else — be a two-day-old bloodstain, he felt quite certain. And that meant that someone had been killed here. Which worked with the shape of that sleeping bag when the man had brought it out.
Keeping his senses alert, he walked through the house, giving it a light survey. Things were neat and tidy and it looked like a rather ordinary trailer — especially if somebody suddenly were to zap the world back in time to the high seventies — and then he found a filing cabinet."