A Spy's Home---Book 2: Wounds, Both Old and New

Chapter 11

"Alright, alright. Carlos didn't say anything about the room being a mess, so there's possibly no new recruits, but that also means old faces from my time at the Academy might show up." I mumbled the information to myself, pacing back and forth in my motel room.

Picking up the note that was left for me, and re-reading it about ten times over, I decided to check out the old hospital that was mentioned on the paper. For the third time that day I left the motel room, and for the second time I went in search of answers.

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Rory's Point of View

Groaning, I slammed the phone down on the bed, and I nearly kicked the foot of the bed. I had called Zylina for the 50th time, but for some reason she refused to pick up. I paced the bedroom, rubbing my face with the hand that wasn't currently in a sling. "Zylina, where are you?" I mumbled, finally sitting on the bed.

Since mom was out getting dinner, I was left here alone with my thoughts, but it was driving me insane. I picked up my phone again, and looked through articles of cases of missing children, but there were so many of them, I couldn't guess which one she could possibly be doing, or if she really was on a case.

I gave up once again, and tossed my phone to the side, and let out a deep sigh. "Can I really blame her for leaving? After what happened?" I asked myself, though anger still boiled inside me.

Footsteps outside the door had brought me out of my thoughts; at first I thought it was my mom, but when it sounded like they were in front of my door the footsteps halted. I stood up from the bed, and tilted my head back. "Mom?" I called. No answer, and no one opened the door.

I walked over to the door, and looked through the peephole; there was no one there, and no trace of anyone being there in the first place. "What the-" I started saying, but when I stepped back, I heard a click underneath my foot. I looked and lifted my foot slowly; kneeling down, I picked up what looked like a card, and read it. After reading the card, I read the slip of paper that was with it; my eyes went wide. 

TBC...