Chapter 9
Time: 9:37 am
Location: House – Town
"Cammie, hurry up it's a three hour drive!"
Bex knocked on my door. Everyone; Grant, Liz, Chal, Bex and me are going to town. Not to spend the day. The ups of having Bex with us are that she knows thing that we don't. For example: Akil Rafiq lives on the opposite side of town and he is making a move today. Now, figuring out the move; that's our job for today.
Rafiq spent his early afternoon doing errands, going to banks, the cleaners. At some point between two o'clock and three he stopped for a bite to eat at the plaza. Which is good for me too, who can eat breakfast with Bex rushing you as soon as you wake up. Chal and Bex stalked across the street having a 'deep' conversation about what we might find today. Liz glued herself to my side as we waited behind Rafiq in line to order. All of sudden I heard,
"Don't order strange food, or at least not too strange."
I jumped until I heard it was Grant who told me that. The last thing we need is food poisoning. Two people got food poisoning in the agency a few months ago on a small operation, none of them caught the bad guys and the entire operation went down. I snorted a laugh, because, they are not living that down any time this decade. I ordered the least poisonous-sounding thing on the list. Everyone kept the POI (Person of Interest) on the corner of their vision. But it wasn't even five minutes before he disappeared in a building and he came out fifteen minutes later. Chal noticed and looked at me with his eyebrows raised.
"We're going in, Liz."
Liz did not argue; she just quietly went along. The building had apartments but very few so I spontaneously picked one and broke in. The first room was the only room in the entire complex that wasn't bare, containing a couch, coffee table, a cabinet with a TV and a phone on another table. Next to the phone there was a pad with scribbles. What I could make out was: I'm being followed, by a girl, so could you be. Lay low and keep the play in progress. 17:00
What play? I wondered one thing for sure, it is not today. There was another note with a different handwriting. To contact John Dioletis call 581-2266.
And another: Monday, go to; Sheffield Enterprises – That's tomorrow. I make a mental note of the enterprise.
Another note: Benz is dead. Reunite the others
The first letter was recent; it had smudges in the ink. But the one concerning Dioletis is a few days [maybe hours] old or he escaped CIA custody. I took pictures of this with my phone to show others. Suddenly I heard a low growling coming from an animal. I looked up and saw Liz's terrified eyes. An angry Doberman Pincher barked and glared at Liz with beady eyes.
""What do I do?" She mouths.
"Nothing," I whispered.
At the sound of my voice the dog's attention turned to me. It barked madly. Scared, I jumped. Liz took the opportunity to hop up on the TV cabinet and drew her knew to her chest. I was trapped by an animal, possibly insane. I don't know if it was reassuring or not to see the knob turn. Either way, my heart flipped. It's incredibly reassuring seeing Grant waltz through the door and I panicked when I remember the dog, which raced towards him.
"Hey boy, who's a good boy?" Grant kneeled and petted the dog affectionately. "Hey boy,"
The demon dog transformed itself into something completely different.
"Grant!" Liz exclaimed. "Thank God you're here."
"How did you- that dog was berserk." I stuttered
"This was one of the attack dogs from 'Blackthorne."
"Hold that dog for a second. And keep it away from- the Doberman rumbled menacingly – me!"
Liz squealed as she darted out of the room. Grant grabbed the dog and let me pass. I remember dogs chasing us as Grant, Jonas, Zach and I broke out of Blackthorne to rescue Bex and Liz. "If that dog's from 'Thorne, what is it doing here?"
"He wasn't aggressive enough." He shook the dog's head. "So Dr Steve offered to keep him…"
We looked at each other wide-eyed. Grant closed the door and dragged me down the stairs. Dr Steve is living here. Oh, My, God. "This is what you're going to do Cammie. You're going to run, like a b-on Friday."
That's his way of saying run as fast as you can, as far as you can and get the heck away from here. Even though Dr Steve is just a psychologist; he leaves a lot to be feared.
Time: 7:46
Location: Highway/Road
It was pitch black except for the stars, no moon. I had the headlights on. There was at least half hour drive left and today was an eventful day. So I was feeling tired, overwhelmed and anxious. Not that far off the road I saw a figure walking. I felt sorry for the person who was walking. There is an hour walk to the nearest town. I drifted to the left (people drive on the left side of the road, like England) and rolled down my window. Having no idea who the person is, I called out.
"Hey, do you need a ride?"
"I'm fine." A deep voice replied. It's a man
"You sure" I insisted. "You're headed a long way."
He stopped in his tracks; I did too. He placed his hands on the hood of the car and stooped down. He recognized me just like I recognized him despite the five o'clock shadow. There was a faint resemblance to one of the models of a Giorgio Armani commercial. "Gallagher Girl?"
"Zach?" He got in the car. He shoved his duffel bag in the back seat. His green eyes burned through me. "What are you doing here?"
"Classified but I could ask you the same thing but as we both know its"
"Classified," He finished for me smirking sexily at the same time. We rode in silence for a long twenty seven minute before he spoke again. "I'm finishing off the Circle, you?"
"Same, sort of."
I smiled because for once I finally get an answer out of Zach, a truthful one while we're at it. He stares at the back seat intently through the mirror wearing the same cocky smirk. "I see you got the flowers."
"Yeah, they're beautiful."
"I thought of you."
A blushed spreads in my cheeks. I could ask him how he knew I would be there but I voted not to. The roses he sent me were placed on the back seat of the car. I don't remember when or why I put them there. Half of them survived the flight from Paris. Those who didn't were somewhat tarnished. We reached my live-in place for the moment and got out of the car. I got the flowers out. I wasn't sure when we would run into each other again. But here we are, with him standing in front of me. Zach wrapped his arm around my waist. I never realized how much I missed him until this warm embrace and his lips pressed against mine.
DO what you do best R&R! Next update is on Wednesday/Thursday! Girlish screams 'cause Zach is here will commence in Three, two one!...
