The light in my darkness ✅

🌕CHAPTER 2🌑

"Glad you made the right choice." He said, putting on the seat belt and starting the car. I could see not one speck of dust on the red interior.

How could this be the right choice?

"I'm Talat by the way, Talat Morris. Now,  tell me your right name."

Shit

"Hum, I told you already,"  I said shrugging, but my heart hammered away against my chest. Thinking how he didn't hear it.

"You want me to believe you right? Look into my eyes and tell me."

'What stupidness is this?' I thought to myself, but I turned just the same. In fact, I swung around and looked him deep into his eyes. I might look like a cat staring at him with my gray ones.

"I'm Jennifer and that's all you need to know, and please let me off right here. That's the black gate you are looking for," I said and pointed at the tall gate surrounding the house.

"You even tried to convince me, hold on, don't get out as yet my phone is ringing," He stopped the car, and I lowered in my seat, silently begging God not to let Pauline see me.

"Gunaydin babaanne, ne haber? Tamam, evet," He said, hanging up with a sheepish smile on his face. Did he just smile? How could a smile look so easy?

Turkish?  His first name sounded so strange, so that's the reason.

"That was my grandmother; she wanted to know if I've eaten already, and before you ask where and how I'm from Istanbul, but I've lived here almost all my life."

Why is he oversharing?

"Oh, oh, okay. I see you got your directions right; bye then," I said, hurrying to get out of the car.

He bends his head a little as I close the door, and putting on his shades, he looks at me.

"Be careful not to get hit by a car next time, Caroline," He said my name with a wink and sped off the white sports car down the street, stopping at the gate.  He honked his horn.  He was pretending that he didn't know my name! They say doctors and lawyers are the biggest liars, but I now know detectives are also.

He pretended he didn't know who I was, and I didn't know him from Adams!

What if he knows Pauline personally?

Would he tell her he saw me on the streets?

Talat's point of view

"I've arrived at the gate, sir," I said, adjusting a wire and speaking into my earpieces.

"You did well with the daughter," I grit my teeth thanking God he wasn't seeing me.

"You didn't tell me she had a daughter boss."

"Of Course, I did. It's her stepdaughter, basically her daughter since she raised her. It's in the files, which you haven't read. You didn't read it did you?"

I ignore him and adjust a small camera on my jacket buttons. Of course, I didn't. All I did was scan the names and the pictures. I didn't have time to read those long things. I didn't plan on meeting a runaway damsel in distress either, almost running her over.

The gate opens automatically from inside and I enter. I don't like cases like these, ones where I have to deal with drug addicts and psychos. The supervisor had insisted, he should have known this job wasn't for me, yet he insists.

There are so many men there why me?

Not even a damn partner

I parked the car, got out, closed the door, and ran up the steps just in time to see her coming out.
I removed my shades and looked at her.