Blue Moon - 14
He felt his fingers give a nervous twitch at the question. The car was under his real name, not his alias. A simple mistake when he had signed the papers a month ago, distracted by numerous phone calls at the time, so it's not like he did it on purpose. Even so... he couldn't say it right now. What if Mikami had gone into another room with another landline that was connected to this phone to silently listen in? If he was really Kira then he could be looking for any excuse that their encounter at the gym wasn't a complete accident.
He was probably being paranoid, he knew, but that's generally how you survived in this field of work. Being careful and thinking out all the possible scenarios and then a way out of them; favorable or not.
"Sir?"
He could just give an identification number as a former member of the FBI to get his car out at this hour, but... if he did, he shouldn't do it with this phone. "What are your public open hours?"
"We are open to the public from nine in the morning to six at night. If you are part of a private business though we can arrange for you to come and get your car right now. Are you staffed by a private business?"
"No," he lied. "I'll come and get it in the morning, then. Sorry for the trouble."
"Okay. Please note that rented cars will be delivered back to their company if they are not picked up within twenty four hours of being towed. Have a good night." A click sounded in his ear as the man on the other end hung up.
Gevanni lowered the phone from his ear, still looking out across the street at his own residence that had the curtains drawn, not even a hint of a light on inside. He would need to go in through the back so Mikami didn't see that he lived in a different block than he had previously stated.
This relationship of sorts he had ended up developing between him and Mikami was already getting complicated, not including anything sexual. Damn.
This was a mistake.
Gevanni turned and walked over to the landline, setting the phone in place. He should leave now. He needed to leave right now, but... just one more peek couldn't hurt, could it?
Where could Mikami have gone off to?
His eyes strayed to a door left slightly ajar, the one leading to the bedroom. Gevanni had to stop himself from actually groaning out loud, unsure if he was hoping Mikami would be in there clothed or not right then. He took a step forward, toward the door, slowly at first before mustering up what courage he had and began walking to the door.
"Does my bedroom interest you?"
Gevanni almost froze on the spot at hearing Mikami's voice coming from behind him. Then he turned around quickly to face him. "Sorry. I was just going to leave after imposing on you like this, but I wanted to say thank you and good night before I left." Only one word kept repeating in Gevanni's head as he looked at Mikami: fuck, fuck, fuck! Now he really would think he was some sort of pervert.