A.N. Sorry I haven't updated, I fear I'm becoming one of those annoying people that never update. SOOOOO sorry. Won't let it happen again. My best friend will kick my ass. Been busy, hope to finish before vacay; I'll be gone two weeks! Thanks for being patient, love you all. By the way, this is my added scene.
Chapter Five: Phone Call
I walk into the hotel where my unit and I are staying and I notice someone standing in the dark corners of the lobby. Immediately my hand flies to the handgun attached to my waist. I draw closer as quietly as I can, keeping to the shadows. I can tell the figure is on a cell phone talking quietly to someone else.
A million thoughts race through my mind. At first I think it is the citizen; that he's found out the FBI id here and is plotting away with an accomplice. Then I think it's just some random terrorist who's plotting against the pageant, these things get a lot of threats. It may just be someone looking for some privacy while they make a call. But I can't run that risk knowing it could very well be the man I'm looking for.
I draw as close as I can get without being seen. The shadow of a figure paces back and forth. The person is fixedly talking to the person on the other end of the line. As far as I can tell things are not going well. The figure's voice raises and I recognize it as female. A very familiar tone about that voice haunts me.
I tuck and roll behind the large green couch. The caller is right on the other side. She's listening so I check my watch, 2:13A.M. Somebody definitely up to something, no one would be up this early at a hotel without an agenda. The woman sits on the couch and I can feel the light pressure of her body pressed up against my back on the other side.
"Alright!", she hisses into the cell, "I got it covered. No worries!"
GRACE?!? It can't be. What would Grace be doing prowling around my hotel this early in the morning? I must be mistaken.
"Suddenly you have no confidence in me? I thought you 'trusted me with your life'?" the woman continued. The more I hear the less the possibility it's someone else becomes possible.
"Look, McGuire, I am not messing around with you. We'll sort out the details when I get back, until then chill. Keep your uncle calm. I got work to do and I don't want him messing it up." There's something gruff about her tone that I don't like. Something I've never heard before.
"I am not saying it. Never......because it's not true......you know it......fine! I LOVE YOU. Happy? Good, I have to go." Grace flips her phone shut and storms off toward my room.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. What just happened?
Chapter Five: Phone Call
I walk into the hotel where my unit and I are staying and I notice someone standing in the dark corners of the lobby. Immediately my hand flies to the handgun attached to my waist. I draw closer as quietly as I can, keeping to the shadows. I can tell the figure is on a cell phone talking quietly to someone else.
A million thoughts race through my mind. At first I think it is the citizen; that he's found out the FBI id here and is plotting away with an accomplice. Then I think it's just some random terrorist who's plotting against the pageant, these things get a lot of threats. It may just be someone looking for some privacy while they make a call. But I can't run that risk knowing it could very well be the man I'm looking for.
I draw as close as I can get without being seen. The shadow of a figure paces back and forth. The person is fixedly talking to the person on the other end of the line. As far as I can tell things are not going well. The figure's voice raises and I recognize it as female. A very familiar tone about that voice haunts me.
I tuck and roll behind the large green couch. The caller is right on the other side. She's listening so I check my watch, 2:13A.M. Somebody definitely up to something, no one would be up this early at a hotel without an agenda. The woman sits on the couch and I can feel the light pressure of her body pressed up against my back on the other side.
"Alright!", she hisses into the cell, "I got it covered. No worries!"
GRACE?!? It can't be. What would Grace be doing prowling around my hotel this early in the morning? I must be mistaken.
"Suddenly you have no confidence in me? I thought you 'trusted me with your life'?" the woman continued. The more I hear the less the possibility it's someone else becomes possible.
"Look, McGuire, I am not messing around with you. We'll sort out the details when I get back, until then chill. Keep your uncle calm. I got work to do and I don't want him messing it up." There's something gruff about her tone that I don't like. Something I've never heard before.
"I am not saying it. Never......because it's not true......you know it......fine! I LOVE YOU. Happy? Good, I have to go." Grace flips her phone shut and storms off toward my room.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. What just happened?