Perilous

Chapter Nine

Perilous

Chapter Nine

Cammie POV

That night, after tailing Prince to several restaurants, houses, stores, and parks, we finally retired back to the hotel.

We all gathered in Zach and I's room to regroup.

Liz and Jonas were still on their way back from sitting outside of Prince's house all day and we were waiting for their return.

"Hey," Macey called from the phone where she was talking to room service. "I'm ordering a drink and snacks, anyone want anything?"

"Wine and cheese please!" Bex replied.

"Scotch on the rocks," Zach said absent-mindedly, scrolling through the case file.

"Johnny Walker?" Nick and Grant spoke at the same time, sharing an "aye" and a bro-hug afterward.

I sat leaning on the wall with my legs bent, my arms hugging them to my chest as my chin rested on my knees. I had pulled my hair out of the braids and let the waves fall around me like a caterpillar trapped in its cocoon. The contacts were gone also, so it was my lifeless blue eyes that stared into space, hoping to just fall through the floor.

"...shade? Nightshade? Hello? Snap out of it. Nightshade!"

I blinked twice, finally looking up. Everyone was staring at me. "Yes? You don't have to fucking yell, you know. I have ears. And stop staring at me like I have a shark for a head."

Macey raised her eyebrows slightly. "I was asking if you wanted anything to drink."

"Oh, well, a bottle of bourbon, please. And I do mean the whole bottle."

After she placed the order, I assumed my previous position, falling back into the memories.

Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder. "Hey, are you alright? Liz and Jonas got here ten minutes ago and you hardly blinked."

Seeing Bex and snapping out of my reverie, I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I'm fine. Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

As I stood up and brushed myself off, she raised her eyebrows at me questioningly. I ignored it and instead gestured to the bottle in her hand. "That the drink I asked for?"

Sighing, she handed it to me. "Yeah. Enjoy."

"Wow, 1987. They've got the good stuff in London."

"Oh yeah. London's awesome. I'm actually from here, you know." She smiled, shurgging with slight pride.

I nodded, popping the top of the bottle off and throwing my head back as I took a swing. I hummed, wiping my mouth. "Yeah, I figured, with the accent." I also spent many summers at your parent's house.

"Hey, you guys coming?" Liz asked, looking over her shoulder.

The rest of the team was gathered around the breakfast nook, and they were waiting for us.

"Hell yeah. Let's get this show on the road." Taking another swig of bourbon, I followed Bex over to the group.

"Alright, so what did we learn today? We tailed Mr. Prince around for the entire day. What'd we get on him?"

"Well, based on our surveillance from our first day here and several credit card transactions we found in the computers, Prince gets his daily coffee at Rosslyn Coffee, where Liz and I saw him an hour before brunch," Jonas explained, showing Zach documents of evidence he'd printed.