Irene and I hopped into the cab; I assumed John would sit in the front. Irene told the driver where to go, and I realized John wasn't in the cab.
"You're friend not coming?" Irene asked,
"Uhhh" I replied, deciding not to go get him "I guess not" I suppose he didn't want to come. Or maybe he thought he was doing me a favor, leaving me alone with her.
"So aside from getting engaged to a Belgian millionaire, what have you been up to?" I asked not trying to show off, I didn't have to do that with Irene anymore, I was just noticing the Antwerp cut diamond ring framed by 20 carat gold on her hand, too expensive to be from a 'highly paid individual' too boastfully Belgian to be from elsewhere.
"I've also killed that same man who I was engaged to," she disclosed without a hint of irony "And now, I'm on someone's hit list"
"You wouldn't need my help if it was just that," I paused and looked outside "You don't know who it is do you?"
"No" She said "By the way, this is a gift" and handed over a small box
"For what?" I took the box and placed it in my pocket.
"For saving my life" She slid the section of a seat and kissed me on the cheek. A few moments later we began kissing, which was fine since I hadn't 'kissed' anyone since upper sixth form. Even then, someone had kissed me by force at a party my brother took me to, with heavy coercion. This was different, I pretended to know what I was doing, which I presumed worked out fine because she seemed to know what she was doing. At one point the light shattered against Irene's hair giving it the momentary illusion that is was blonde. Within that instant I felt something very strange at the pit of my stomach. I had felt it before; when I am involved with an interesting case, when Irene appeared clothing-less, and once again when I saw her slam someone's face with a gun. Strangely, the feeling hadn't occurred as we were kissing, but only for that single brief trick of the light.
I wonder what John is doing.