The box was cold and smooth beneath my hands. I held it in front of me, turning it and I examined it. It was leather; it was approximately 9cm each way and could possibly hold anything. I sat up from my bed and put it on the small table beside me.
The spy in me pretty much got over Zach. The girl in me was still heartbroken that she was just tossed aside like a ragdoll. But I couldn't think about it. From what we knew Gallagher academy was in danger, again. Only this time we didn't have any clue who this threat could be. It could be anyone.
"Cam, it's time for lunch. Are you coming?" Bex said as she poked her head around the door. I nodded and followed her down.
~XxX~
Zach's POV
I've been tailing him for 3 hours and he hasn't done anything unusual. He entered a café with a woman who exited 10 minutes after. He then proceeded to walk around Roseville as if it was his regular day off. Considering that I had kept a close watch on him for 6 months I knew that that wasn't the case.
He was a workaholic and did nothing without reason. If I was in his position and new to the town, I would memorise every street, every ally, every shop and every tiny little detail. And that's exactly what he did. He never went down the same street twice, never gone anywhere where he had previously been until he'd seen it all; taken in all the sights and all the smells this small town had to offer.
After he did all this he got in his car and drove to the next town over and book a hotel. I didn't dare to follow him any more for the day
I went into the café and ordered a coffee and waited as I went through everything that had happened these last few hours.
He entered the café with a woman. Who was she? She was in her late 30's at least. She looked beautiful, flawless, she walked with grace but her eyes never stopped checking, looking when she walked. There was only one person I knew that did that. And that was Headmistress Morgan. I replayed the scene
He and she enter the café, they talk she leaves, a regular pedestrian leaves then he does. Something's missing. I replayed it again and again until I noticed the window where the woman with short brown hair sat reading her newspaper. Before leaving she held a hand to her ear, her lips moved but it seemed that no one had heard her. She hadn't taken her phone out so it couldn't have been a call. She took her hand from her ear, paid, then left in the same direction as Rachel.
She was trained she knew that she had to wait awhile before following her. She was tailing Rachel Morgan.
A/N: Shortest chapter yet? Of course. Thank you all for reviewing and reading my story every time I look and check on Fan Fiction I'm jumping for joy because of how many views it has. Thank you again