The Deal ch 9

Well. Here we are. Chapter nine.

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Avery hadn't expected the traffic to be so hectic. They were still at least ten minutes away from the Kensington flat. Expecting a long delay, Avie pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and checked the messages. She had one from her friend Eleanor, who wanted to know why Avie hadn't been responding to the other half-dozen messages.

Busy. Talk soon.

Avie sent the text, knowing her friend would understand her lack of social involvement. After all, after college, Eleanor had moved overseas. So it wasn't like they hung out much anymore.

Avery wondered about sleeping the rest of the drive, but decided against it. She didn't trust Seb that much.

A little while later, they pulled up outside the house.

"Thanks Seb," Avie said, smiling at the sniper.

The blonde man half-returned the smile, and then remembered who was in the house.

"Avery. Wait!"

But she was already out of the car.

"Shit." Seb muttered, hurrying after her.

Avie walked into the house, pausing in the hallway when she heard voices.

She couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but when she looked into the living room she saw Jim with a woman wearing very revealing clothes. Irene Adler.

Avie wondered if blood could literally boil, and if it could, hers certainly was now.

"I'll come back later, shall I?" said Avie, bitingly sarcastic.

Both occupants of the room turned to look at her, Irene smug, Jim half-worried, half-unconcerned.

Avie didn't wait for a response, she merely turned on her heel and stormed out of the house. Once she had rounded the corner she broke into a run.

She had to slow to a hobble after a stretch of about five hundred meters – running in heels was definitely not a good idea. Damn. Avie wished that she had perhaps demanded an explanation. She had crossed paths with Irene Adler before, she knew what she was like. Avie cursed her impulsiveness.

As she was contemplating this, a car drew up next to her. Seb was sitting in the driver seat.

"Avery, c'mon, get in the car," said Seb.

Avery considered it for just a minute, before reaching an answer.

"No."

She heard Seb sigh in annoyance.

"Avery. Please don't make me drag you. The boss wants to see you." Seb said grimly.

Avie scowled.

"Is she gone? The Woman?" Avie asked.

"Yeah. Jim kicked her out as soon as you scarpered. C'mon, Avery, please don't make me drag you," Seb said, almost pleadingly. Almost.

"Oh. Alright. Fine." Avie huffed, wrenching open the passenger door and flinging herself down on the seat.

Jimmy had a lot to answer for, she decided.

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