As Tom neared his house, he screeched to a halt. "We have to find them, Nick." He was resolute. "We can't let them get away with what they did to Myrtle."
The moment Tom opened the door he raced around the house looking for Daisy. She was nowhere to be found. He ran to the phone and called the police. Within minutes,
sirens filled the air. The streets were almost as busy as when Gatsby had his
parties. Now, however, the lights were not ablaze in
Gatsby's house.
I could not continue to stand in silence and watch the madness continue. I left the Buchanans’ house to return to the peace and solitude on my
side of the bay. Walking up to the door, I saw a faint light coming from the kitchen. As I walked in, I could hear Gatsby and Daisy whispering, trying to plan their next move.
