The light was starting to spread across the morning sky as Gerard's eyes batted open. He was still curled up in the back seat. He slid his hand over to his pocket and fished out his phone. '47 missed calls' flashed across the screen before his battery died.
"God damn iPhone," Gerard muttered as he unfolded himself from the back seat. The morning air hit him as he got out of the car. He turned and closed the door as a piece of paper fell from one of the folds in his t-shirt.
He reached down to pick it up as he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly stood up and turned around. A figure darted through the bushes next to Franks car. Gerard contemplated following it but decided against it. Instead he grabbed the piece of paper and headed quickly back toward the subway station.
Once onboard the train, he fished the paper back out. It was ripped from the bottom of a full piece, judging by the two straight sides. This time, instead if being written in handwriting, the message was typed in what looked like typewriter font.
'Dont stop looking'
'Someone must be on my side,' he thought to himself as he sighed and shoved the paper in his pocket again. He was starting to become indifferent to the whole situation. He had no idea where Frank was, or if he was even still alive. What's the point of looking for someone in one place, when you already know they're in another? And right now, that other place was the mortician's table

Notes

I think I've figuered out how I'm going to end this... Maybe.... On a side note.. I just wanna say thanks for all the comments and stuff :D You guys are being so cool and I promise I will answer everyone :) xxxx