Escort (GirlxGirl)

10. Whitlock Moving Company

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Amelia's POV:

"Here this is where I live." I point at the apartment building that sits next to an old car lot, that looks like it hasn't been touched in decades. Agent Whitclock turns into an empty parking space and gets out of the truck with me. "Oh you don't need to come with me." I really don't waste any more of her time.

She already spent time trying to find me in that large building that she calls 'work', "How much stuff are you getting?" She asks me looking around, "Um I don't know." I answer truthfully, "Do you have a ride back to the house you were staying in?" She looks at me from the other side of the hood and I shake my head.

"Looks like I be staying come on." She tilts her head and I follow her to the front opening the door with my key. I walk to a metal box that hangs on the wall for the mail and I only grab the envelopes with my name on them. "My apartment is this way." I motion her to follow me and we go up the stairs the sound of her heavy boots fills the space.

I unlock the front door and I hear a click behind me making me turn around, the Agent looks at me, I glance down and her hand is placed on her holster. "Oh, it's out of habit." She removes her hand, "It's okay I understand." I turn back around pushing the door open.

The smell of cigarette smoke filled my nose and I held my breath walking inside, "My ex has been here recently." I say out loud making a beeline for my old room. "How recently do you think?" I hear Agent ask me.

"Maybe a few hours ago, he's smoked so much that I know how recently he's been here from the strength of the smell, it's pathetic." I grab our old moving boxes from under the bed and I start to put them together. "It's not pathetic, it's a good tactic but not for the right reasons." She enters the room, "I can help." She says and I watch her grab a roll of tape from the desk.

"Oh thank you." I stand up as she kneels down and she stretches the tape piecing the bottom of the box together. I move around the room grabbing as much as the box would fit. The more I saw things related to Josiah, the angrier I got. Instead of folding neatly and placing inside, I start throwing and hugging.

"What's wrong?" I see Agent Whitlock catch my shirt before it lands in the box. "Is it that obvious?" I ask removing clothes from hangers.

"Just a little, did you not like living here?" She asks taking the clothes from me. "Is it safe to talk?" I answer with a question. "What do you mean?" I see her gently put away my clothes.

"Like are we allowed to talk outside of the case, I'm still a suspect right. Are you allowed to talk to me about, well, personal life?" I hand her my jeans and she takes them and I feel our hands brush together.

"It is my case now along with my partners so I get to make the rules and I'm here helping you pack so I think we've passed the whole there's a line thing. I mean there is a line but I don't think we'll cross that. So you can talk freely, I'm not recording and it's just us." She closes a box and tapes the box.

I wonder what other lines can be crossed, it's probably true though, this thing is probably just temporary once they find who killed Lauren we'll all move on and none of this will become important.

"You're right and wrong, I loved it and hated it sometimes at the same time. The place is under my ex's name and he asked me to love in early into our relationship I was eager to move out of my parent's place so I said yes right away." I grab a pen to start labeling things.

"My brother was off with his family and my sister had her career so it was just me and my dad was driving me crazy, I got settled and he knew what my job was and what I had to do." I walk around the apartment with her following me around with a smaller box.

"He was supportive and he said that as long as I go back to him at the end of the day then he wasn't offended but then he got insecure, like really insecure because most of my clients were middle aged men, working minimum wage, probably have a family and they didn't need much." I sigh.

I turn around and she motions for me to continue as we sit down in the living room with cigarette stains on the carpet, wrapping my mugs with newspaper. I took the next one and it's the mug that Josiah made for me at a pottery class we took.

"If you're not ready to talk that's fine." She tells me sounding understanding but I didn't want to leave her hanging.

"He got insecure when my old man clients started to turn into young successful men with money. Like Shawn, they were men who were confident and looked good with a woman like me around them, Josiah, my ex, just didn't like that and that's when the problems appeared." We continue to wrap the fragile things and I see a mug with a funnel cake that I got from a festival.

"Do you want this?" I hand it to her and she smiles taking it from me, "Thank you, I don't own a mug so thank you." She takes it looking at the design. "You don't own a mug?" I question grabbing the tape and she shakes her head.

"I don't, I always drink cold coffee so a mug doesn't fit but I'll try it more often now." She stands up and I follow brushing my jeans. "I think you're pretty stoked getting out of here." She comments and I realize that I'm smiling.

"I am and this is everything, I feel kind of bad that you spent most of the day with me and my problems instead of doing important work." I start moving the boxes close to the front door. "Don't worry about it, this is important." She shrugs off carefully placing the mug on a tower of boxes.

"Can I ask you another question?" She looks at me and I nod, "What made you want to work in this kind of business?" She asks, it remained silent for a little between us as I was trying to think of something to say, I don't think this question has to do with the case. It's something more personal.

Suddenly the front door opens and I see Josiah walk in flinging the door shut and I freeze. "Amelia, you're back." He says sniffing and I see his glance turn towards Agent Whitlock. "Who are you?" He asks her and I clear my throat, "Josiah this is-" "I'm the moving company." She interrupts me and I look at her but she gives me a reassuring look.

"What you're moving, why?" Josiah asks seeing the boxes and I nod, "I need to, we're not together anymore so I'm leaving." I tell him and he starts shaking his head. "No you can't leave, can we please talk about it?" He steps closer and then looks at Agent Whitlock, "Alone." She adds on, I don't want to give in again. I've done that too many times.

"I'm sorry sir maybe next time but her hour for my moving company service is almost up so I have to get these to my truck." Agent Whitlock grabs a large box and starts carrying it out of the apartment, "I can't go through this again, what you said hurt and I'm not going to continue to ignore it, we're really done this time." I take off the key to the apartment from my keychain and I hand it to him.

His eyes tear up and he snatches it from my hand storming out, I quickly go to the window that looks over the parking lot and I watch him get into his car and drive off somewhere. "He might get himself hurt." I mumble, "He's going to be okay, he just needs to blow off some steam." I hear Agent Whitlock behind me and I turn around to face her.

"Do you really own a moving company?" I ask grabbing a smaller box and taking it outside, "I do not." She chuckles, "Why didn't you say you work for the FBI?" I ask her and her stop moving stairs with the box.

"Because I didn't need to, I don't need to tell everyone I meet that I'm an agent, it isn't necessary at all. Only when I have to such as this morning when I introduced myself to the man who answered the door." She tells me and I nod, "That was my brother." I sigh reaching the bottom of the stairs.