Chapter Six
Hidden Secrets
I slept in.
It was already nine thirty, and I stumbled out of bed. My head was racing with thoughts I barely could sort out. There was a knock at the door, and I went to answer it. I had quickly changed, and opened the door. Sydney stood there, with an expression that made me want to slap him. "What do you want, Glass?" I demanded.
"I have information on Regina." He said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Information….okay, the info's better than the last." He admitted, inviting himself in. He sat down at the counter. "You have information on Regina Mills?" I asked. He nodded. He placed the multiple file folders on the counter.
"Sydney, I have to go." I said. I looked at the several folders on the counter. "You'll promise to look at them." He said, almost in a whisper. I nodded. "Yeah, I guess, I will." I said. "Good." He said. "I have to go, I have an interview with Mr. Gold." He said, leaving. I sighed in the solitude of my own house. I quickly placed my badge in my hips.
I then left for the station. I sat in my usual chair, looking at the files that Sydney gave me. It was kind of curious. In multiple files, there were pictures of her talking to someone, but who I couldn't tell. They were hidden by the darkness.
"Knock, knock, knock." The stranger said, he smiled, as he came into the station. I squinted at him. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I just wanted to visit the sheriff." He replied. He had an apple in his hand, and he took a bite. He began chewing on it, as he walked closer.
"What's your problem?" I asked. He smiled, and pulled up a seat in front of the desk. "I just want to talk." He replied. "Could you think you could tell me your name?" I asked, closing the files. He closed his eyes. "August," He said. "August W. Booth, that's my name." "Well, August W. Booth, would you mind telling me why you're here? Not just in the sheriff office, here in Storybrooke, your real reason?" I demanded.
He just smirked at me, as if he knew something I didn't know, and stood. "Where are you going?" I asked. He laughed, softly, to himself. "I'm leaving, my lunch break is over." He said. I watched him go. I didn't trust him. It was something about him. That made me feel the creeps.
I opened the files, and studied the files some more. It showed some photos of her sneaking in to her father's mausoleum, The place where Graham died. I put the file down, and took a deep breath. I closed the file, and stared angrily at the distance. "Emma!" Henry ran into the room. He was smiling. "Emma!" He said, and he hugged me. Tightly. "Hey," I whispered. "Can we go to the playground?" Henry asked. "Not today, kid." I said, wiping my eyes.
"Why?" He asked. "We need to discuss Operation Cobra!"
"I know, it's been a long time." I replied.
Henry sighed. "Don't you have homework, kid?" I asked
"Yeah." Henry replied.
"Go home, and do your homework." I told him.
He left, and I got back to work. They were millions of incriminating photos in these files. I kept asking myself, How did Sydney Glass get his hands on these? I kept looking at the photos, trying to figure out what was going on with Regina.
Then, tired, I gave up. It was dark and late. I got up, and turned off the lights. I put my coat on. I made my way into the night. Nobody was outside. As I was driving away I saw August, outside talking to Ruby.