The Croatian Crime (Femme #1)

Chapter 19

Mia Duncan's POV

"Here we go, now settle down and I will get those bodies burning in no time," I said as I tucked my crazy uncle in. I had been familiar with him when he went on strike like this. It was the bloodlust and the bloodthirst that he got from waking up from the dead. And I was the one to be blamed for it.

"Now, sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite," I said with the key and instantly he went asleep like a baby. I sighed as I was tucking him in and kissed his temple.

"I will make this right, uncle, I promise," I whispered to him as I was caressing his face.

"You better, otherwise Liam Hunt will kill us all," Marco said as he was leaning against the door frame. I chuckled at his attempt at sick humor to make me smile.

"Of course, he will," I said as I stood up and looked at Marco. He was doing better now as I told him the truth about the organization. He had been spreading words about the true mission and vision of the organization that made every other agent want to get out as well.

"Where's Liam?" I asked him as we went out of my uncle's room. Marco fell into step with me as we were walking down the hallway.

"He's already on the way. I have given him the map and helped him escape," Marco said as I nodded.

"Great, I need to go now. Look after my uncle, okay?" I said as I looked at Marco. I pleaded with him as I don't want him to get any ideas from my crazy uncle.

"You got it, chief," he said as he saluted at me. I laughed at him before walking away. He stopped me as he held my wrist.

"Mia," he whispered. I looked at him and arched my eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you kiss me as a reward?" He asked. I chuckled as I pulled my hand out of his.

"You know I can't. And also, your woman would be jealous. Aren't you afraid of her?" I said before leaving him speechless as to how I knew about his secret. I smirked as I thought no one can keep their secrets from me.

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I went to the main server rooms that have all the information for the database of the organization after I left my uncle's mansion. I just need to find the right one so that I would not get caught hacking into the system.

"Okay, let's play, computer," I said as I typed into my passphrase and username. I wanted to mask my presence hence I created a fake ID to make sure that no one will be tracing it back to me.

"Where did you hide, Layton Hunt?" I whispered as I took a look at another file, then another, then another. I searched for the killing of Layton Hunt, 45 years old, in Scotland. Nothing. The search engine just said it was never archived or the information has been removed.

"Hmm," I said as I touched my chin before I typed another name. The name that only I know.

"Layton Hunt, Top Agent, Killing," I whispered as I typed it into the mainframe. The search engine took a while before it froze. The screen was cracking before error messages were appearing on the screen before it blackened out.

"Huh? Interesting," I said as I waited for the screen to load. Then, it happened. All the killings that were been done by one and only, Layton Hunt, who was a master of disguise and weapons, were appearing on the screen. Latvia, Russia, France, Greece, Italy, Croatia, and even Scotland. I skimmed it through before I read something dreadful.

"The mysterious killer of Layton and Rebecca Hunt, Lord and Lady of Glasgow, has been found and it was," I gasped as I looked at the name.

"Ivan Duncan," I whispered as I looked at my uncle's name appearing on the screen. His old picture when he was in his late thirties, the mug shot, and the shooting site.