Hello again! This is a very short chapter, but I feel like this needed to happen in chunks. Anyway, thank you for reading and reviewing!
Jenny found herself alone in the house that afternoon. Mike, Briggs, and Johnny went to personally escort Ricardo to jail, while Paige and Charlie went to go fill out some paperwork down at headquarters. Jakes hadn't been in the house all day, no doubt working on his own cases.
From all the excitement that had happened earlier that day, Jenny found herself utterly bored. That was the problem with living with federal agents. They hardly had anytime to hang out or to have fun.
There was nothing good on TV, so she decided to see if Paige had any good movies to watch. She walked down the hall, and passed Mike's room. As she did, Jenny heard a beep sound from inside his room. His door was half open, so Jenny could see that his computer sitting on the desk and beeping. Well, if his door is half open, and his computer is beeping, then it's okay to enter his room, right? Besides, what else was Jenny supposed to do?
She entered Mike's room, and plopped down in front of the computer. It didn't take her long to figure out his password, which was MWarren. Very original, Mike.
Once she was in, she saw that an alert was what caused the beeping to go off. Credit Card Use detected. It read. Her eyebrows twitched in confusion. Why would he be tracking a credit card? Most thugs that the FBI would be interested in wouldn't be as careless as to use a credit card. Curiosity getting the best of her, she clicked on the alert, which automatically brought up a list. It was a list of different businesses and dollar amounts. The most recent one was at McDonald's. But the thing that really got Jenny's attention was the name at the top. She leaned forward in her chair and audibly gasped. The name at the top of the screen was Paul J. Briggs.
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Mike, Johnny, and Briggs stumbled into the house, sipping on their shakes. "Yo, guys," Johnny said. "Let's go down to the Drop and celebrate!"
"Wasn't the shakes celebration enough?" Mike pointed out.
"Nah, man. There's no alcohol in it." He said.
Both Mike and Briggs rolled their eyes. "How about we hit the waves instead?" Briggs suggested.
"Great. I'll go get my trunks on." Johnny practically ran to his room without another word.
Briggs chuckled to himself. Sometimes, he wondered if Johnny was really five years old. "What about you, Mikey?" He asked. "You coming?"
He shook his head. "I better get started on some of the paper work." Mike said. Really, he had to go make a call to Juan, to fill him in on all that's happened the past two days.
Briggs shrugged and disappeared to his room. Mike waited until he was gone, before pulling his phone out and dialing while making his way towards his room.
Again, Mike got his receptionist. Why was it that whenever he called, Juan wasn't there? "Just tell him that it's Mike Warren again." He said, as he opened his door. "And tell him that have some more intel on Br-"
He stopped mid sentence, as he saw someone sitting at his desk. Jenny was sitting there facing him with her arms crossed. The look on her face was enough to burn a hole through his chest. Behind her, he could see that she had opened many different windows involving his investigation on Briggs on his computer. He swallowed thickly, and hung up the phone, not even acknowledging the annoyed receptionist on the other line.
Jenny smiled bitterly. "Anything you wanna tell me, Mike?" She asked, her lips in a thin white line.
For the first time in his life, Mike's brain stopped all together.
Cliffhanger! And you all thought I forgot about this.
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