Chapter 2 – Eve
Another dead end. The woman cost me everything and I have repeatedly told her that I did not want her in my life but like an evil boomerang bounces back at every turn for when I realize I cannot live without her, then she disappears?
Carolyn is no use in my attempts trying to find her. There is always blocks on the files when I try to find her. Whenever I ask, she tells me that she is sure Villanelle is the sort to find us when the time is right. I need that time to be now.
She was my oxygen.
Nothing made sense without her.
I know. I smile to myself. My reflection being reflected of a crazy Asian woman grinning at herself in the backseat of a taxi…my life did not make sense without my private beautiful psychopath. I was not going to hide anymore. She was mine as much as I was hers.
Her craziness brought me back to life. Life without her seemed meaningless. All my life showed me was I did what others expected. I got married to a wonderful man who I loved…just not in the way he deserved. I loved him platonically. He cared for me and I fitted into his life because it was the right thing you did.
He bored me and I hated myself for that.
How could I tell him the truth? How could I tell a man who loved me with his whole heart, who tried to understand me, who tried to comfort me but never understood me…he did not have my heart? He merely had a quarter of it.
Villanelle.
She does not only possess my heart but my mind and if there is such a thing, soul.
Ben saw it before me. He saw the infatuation, no! The obsession that was in its infancy. It was merely that, an obsession but it turned into so much more.
"Are you going to get that?" The taxi driver hissed in annoyance. Throughout my inner dialogue, I did not notice my phone had been ringing off the hook and I had missed two calls. I notice both times that the number was withheld.
Glaring at the overweight taxi driver with thinning white hair, I answer it. "Hello?"
"Eve Polarise?" The voice was a stranger's voice, male and had a strong French accent to it. "My name is Francis O'Bien."
"Yes? Yes, I am, yes, I am Eve. What do you want?"
He chuckles. "I want your girlfriend."
My heart stops at the mention of Villaneve. "Who?" He sighs on the other end as if disappointed at my lack of cooperation. "She…you know where she is?!"
"I have a vague idea. She killed five of my bodyguards who was protecting a potential British white BNP terrorist for questioning, but we never got to question him as we found them dead and the suspect swinging from his bathroom light.
My excitement got the better of me as I leapt out of the taxi without my purse or laptop. "Wait! Wait!" I yell on the phone as I pay the peeved taxi driver. I managed to drop both my keys and phone in the gutter. Jumping into a street puddle, I put the wet phone to my face. "How do you know it was her?"
"Eve. Who else could have pretended to be a nurse in care of the suspect, kill my bodyguards in cold blood and personally hanging the terrorist?" Still no definite proof. "She also wrapped her hands on a towel on the way out, her DNA was found it."
It felt like the world changed from grey to colour suddenly. "You have her DNA?! Do you know where she is now?!"
Think Eve. You do not even know who he is? I realized I did not care, if I got information on that pest. "Yes. I also know that she took a train from Paris to London."
"London?! You think she is here now?"
"Eve. When she finds you. You will give her to me." The line goes dead. I get into my flat and slump onto the floor in defeat. She…was here.
Quickly, I found my phone and ran through the recent contacts. Most of the recent calls were made to takeaway places. "Phil!" He half chokes. "Don't speak. Find out who is Francis O'Bien, now!"
Meanwhile…
Another job done. I was busy stretching in a shitty café when Carolyn comes in, orders a tea and looks at me with her emotionless stare. The words that should have stayed in my head came out of my mouth at lightening speed. "What is it with the British and tea?" I lean forward in my enquiry.
Unlike Konstantin, Carolyn never flinched when I asked questions or even broke her personal space. She was not afraid of me, yet, she knew what I could do. I was impressed by her.
Without skipping a beat, she looks me in the eyes and says, "Rather like the British upper lip I would say. The world is going to hell so let us not worry and just ignore it. Tea, however! I find can warm you up even on the worst of days. Now…tell me. How did it go?"
I lean back, my hair that had grown drifted down over the chair as I stare out the old man watching us. He runs to the back. Carolyn watches the exchange and then drags her attention back to me as I watch to see her reaction. "Nothing?" I spoke aloud.
"You are a trained psychopathic killer, why couldn't you scare an elderly gentleman from sight? Humans biologically can sense danger you know." She stops. "I do hope it does not make him too scared to bring me my tea." The way she bit her lip in wonder made me cry out in laughter.
"You are so odd."
"Oh, thank you." She gracefully. "Now, tell me."
"All went to plan."
"Excellent." I look around to see the old man shaking with a mug. "My tea."