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Chapter 11- A Lengthy Chase

I paced the lobby for the next forty-five minutes until my phone buzzed. "You get him?" I hoped.

"No, but we have a new location. He left a note, clearly intended for you. He's back in New York at a diner off 8th Street called Benny's Diner.

"I'm on my way." I rushed out to my car and my GPS led me to Benny's in less than five minutes. I ran into the restaurant and approached one of the waitresses.

"Has anyone going by the name Trevor Smith come in recently?"

"Yeah, actually, he just left a few minutes ago. Are you Olivia Dunham?"

"Yes."

"He told me to pass on a message when you came by. It was an address, so I wrote it down." She reached into her apron and pulled out a post-it note. "Here you go."

"Thanks for your help." I left the diner and returned to my truck. I needed advice so I called Peter."Hey Peter, it's me."

"What's up? Find him yet?"

"No, I don't know what to do. Whoever it is, he keeps giving me addresses to go to. By the time I get there, he has me go somewhere else. There's no point to this. It's just a wild goose chase."

"Are you gonna head back to Boston or keep looking?"

"I don't know. That's why I called."

"I think you should keep going a while longer. If there's any chance of finding this man, I'd take it."

After pondering for a moment I agreed. "Okay, I'll keep trying for a couple more hours."

"Good luck."

"I'm gonna need it." I turned on the engine and sped off to the next location; a coffee shop across town. I wondered why this place was so much closer. All the others had made me go across states. I was tempted to get coffee while there because my lack of sleep was finally catching up to me. This location sent me to a JC Penney, Regal Cinemas, and finally, Home Depot. I walked in the hardware superstore expecting another location, but it wasn't there. A cashier walked up to me and asked if I was Agent Dunham."

"That's me. Do you have a note for me?"

I held my hand out to receive it, but the man just looked at me, confused. "No, a man came by and wanted me to tell you something. I don't get it, but he wanted me to tell you that you passed." I couldn't force any words out, so I turned around and left the store in complete silence.

When I walked into the lab, Peter walked straight up to me. "How you feeling?"

"Exhausted."

"So, how did it pan out?"

"The man was Jones, but I never found him."

"How do you know it was him then?"

"He had someone pass on the message that I passed the second test." I didn't really know if passing was a good thing or not yet.

"Wow."

"Where are Walter and Astrid?"

"They left for the day. I figured you'd come back here before going home, so I stayed."

"Thanks." A small smile formed as I looked into his baby blue eyes. He had a special way of making me feel better in an instant.

"Want some dinner?"

"I'd love some. I haven't had anything to eat all day. I'm starving."

"Good. Let's go."

Peter drove me in his little beat up car to a small family owned restaurant just outside the city. We sat in the back corner of the restaurant so we wouldn't have to deal with the large, noisy crowds. We both ordered the Southwest Bacon Burger and spent the next three hours eating and talking. As the conversation went on, I felt my tense muscles slowly relax and all my grief and frustration dissolve. We talked about the positive aspects of our childhood, our interest, our distant relatives, and our closest friends until, before we knew it, the restaurant was closing. By then I was so tired that I fell asleep in the passenger's seat. I was awoken by Peter.

"Do you want me to drive you home? You're way too tired to drive."

"That'd be great." I said half asleep.

"I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Okay." I fell asleep and dreamt that Peter carried me up to my apartment and I fell asleep in his arms.

The sun shined bright in my eyes the next morning, so I slowly opened them. I was on my couch and I felt a warm arm resting on my shoulder. I sat up straight and looked behind me. A smile spread across my face when I saw Peter's almost angelic looking face. He opened his eyelids, revealing his beautiful blue eyes, and he said, "Good morning."

"Good morning." And it was a good morning, following the bet night of my life.