CHAPTER TWELVE

"Conlon," I yelled, pounding my fist on the door to the Brooklyn lodging house.

"Jesus," a voice muttered before yelling, "Aiight, I'm coming!" A boy stood before as the door opened. "What can I help ya with, miss? 'Specially at this hour."

"Get the fuck outta my way afore I knock your bloody block clear offa your 'ead!" I yelled, an accent I hadn't heard in while prevalent. The boy looked at me, nervous and I glared. He moved slightly but I pushed past him, almost knocking him over.

"Sass," a timid Emmy asked from behind me but I ignored her. I ran up the stairs and down the hall, knowing that he was so full of himself his room would be at the end of the hall. I opened the door and found him at a desk, head bent over some papers.

"What the-," he started, turning around but he saw me and stopped, "You look like shit."

"Thanks," I growled, "He's missing. What do you know?"

"Ah, so-."

"Cut this crap, Conlon, you said you heard stuff," I reminded him and he smirked, "This isn't funny, this is my brother's life Conlon."

"So the independent woman needs help from the enemy."

"In this circumstance, you ain't the bloody enemy," I yelled, balling my fists, "We help each other just this once."

"What makes you think-?"

"Cause he's your friend." I was tired and I felt myself breaking. "Please, Spot, he's my little brother." An unreadable flash passed through his eyes and I felt the tears of fear blur my vision.

"There were some guys asking around about you," he started, leading me out of the room, glancing at me as we walked down the hallway, "They had a different accent, didn't look like a nice bunch. One of my birdies saw your boy talking to one of them at one point. But just the once to my knowledge. It looked like he was just asking if he knew you."

"Wait birdie?" I asked, as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah," he sighed, "Never seen but I always hear from them."

"So, they're spies," I said slowly.

"Something like that," he muttered, stopping when he saw Emmy, "What're you doing here?"

"I brought her," I said, "Keep explaining, Conlon."

"Well, that's just it. After they saw the two conversing, that's the last time that the men were seen."

"You're sure none of them saw anything tonight?" I asked, turning to face him, "Thanks Spot."

"That's all?" he asked, his voice doubtful, "You're gonna need help."

"It's my fight but I don't plan on starting anything tonight, just getting Pin back," I sighed, "They'll prolly all be passed out anyway."

"You know them?" Emmy asked in disbelief. Spot's head snapped in her direction and her eyes averted to the ground.

"Oh I know them well," I muttered, looking between the two, "Too well."

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So i'd just like to point out, that this is no where near the end, it doesn't end with the battle of fists and blood, it ends with a battle of the hearts...or something like that...just, well, it's the beginning of life with Spot...i guess...idk...sorry okai, hope you liked it!!