Chapter 11

"I can't believe we are doing this." Officer Sanders said, carrying a box of doughnuts outside the subway station.

"The boy said it will work, so I don't see why we shouldn't give it a try." Will said. "If she doesn't want it or doesn't eat it all we can eat it."

They waited a little longer. But they didn't have to wait long.

"There she is." Will said. He knew if he called out her name, she's run. "Doughnuts. I got them and now I don't want them. I don't want to waste them. Anyone want them."

All the children turned towards Will, tugging on their mother's arms, wanting the doughnuts. "Not a problem."

Thank you, Ed. "Why don't you sit with us?"

Gaia looked suspiciously at them. "I think I'll pass on that."

"You a friend of Ed Fargo?"

Gaia turned around to face them. "Over there, that table." She tilted her head towards an empty table, in an almost deserted area.

Gaia opened the box and smiled. She grabbed one and stuffed it into her mouth whole. "Hungry?"

"Starved," Gaia answered. "What do you know about Ed."

"We talked to him the other day, he's the one who suggested the doughnuts."

"I swear I would kiss him right now if I could."

"He told us about Oliver."

"Ed, you bastard."

"Is Oliver the man you are running from?"

"Loki."

"What?"

"Don't call him Oliver. Oliver is the fake. The fraud. Loki is the real person."

"And what exactly do you mean by Loki is the real person."

"He's cruel, vicious, cold-hearted, and doesn't give a shit if he kills an innocent person. Why do you think I ran from New York? If I stayed, Ed would die. Ed is getting too close to finding out, just like Mary, and look what happened to her."

"Too close to finding out what?"

"Weren't you paying any attention to what I said? Whoever I tell, if Loki finds out they know, and they start asking questions, you can say bye bye."

"We are willing to take that risk."

"Look, if I do tell you, it will have to be somewhere private. Where there is absolutely zero chance of Loki having spies or bugs planted."

"I know a place. It's call the-"

"Don't say it out loud, or that place is ruled out. Write it down."

Will looked over at his partner. This girl has done this before.

Picture Frames Shop. Is out of business. 69835 Ampton Avenue. Tomorrow at 2pm.

Will slid the paper over to Gaia, who picked it up and read it several times. "Do you have a match or lighter?"

"You smoke?"

Gaia glared at Will. "Just give it to me."

Mr. Sanders handed her a match. She struck it and lit the slip of paper on fire, which she dropped in a glass of water. She grabbed it out of the water, and examined it to make sure it was unreadable. When satisfied she tore it in half and dropped it in the trash can. She stood up and left.

This girl has CIA written all over her, Will thought, remembering that her father was a CIA agent. At least she is able to handle being hunted by a psycho uncle.