50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

More Life: Chapter Twenty

    "You said it was important."

    "We have word that the subject's love interest is shooting a video in Turks."

    Darius leaned back in his chair. "Interesting."

    "Should we pull the subject from the field and transfer to a property in a different location?"

    "Do we know exactly where he is staying?"

    "The Palms."

    While cradling the desk handset between his ear and shoulder, he picked up his cell phone and Googled the location of The Palms Resort. "He usually stays at The Shore Club or some off-the-grid villa whenever he visits," Darius murmured. "But it doesn't matter. He's all the way on the other side of the island. There's a highway separating them. I don't see an immediate need to pull the subject from the field." 

    "Understood."

    "But I do want you to prevent the subject from visiting that side of the island, and keep me apprised of any pertinent information. If you have any concerns about the two of them crossing paths, let me know right away."

    "Understood."

    Darius disconnected the call, but thoughtfully stared at his phone. What are the odds they'd be on the same island at the same time? he wondered.

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    Destiny roamed around the small Turks town on her first outing. She peered at the different wares sold by small shops with a genuine sense of curiosity. Children ran circles around her, kicking a soccer-sized ball around the dirt roads, only clearing the road when a vehicle approached. She smiled at them and continued perusing the stores, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at the two casually-dressed FBI agents that were following her. 

    She picked up a clay mug and turned it around in her hands, smiling when the shop owner made eye contact. "How much is this?" she asked, admiring the craftsmanship of the glazed reddish clay mug.

    The shop owner, a short older woman with dark brown skin and thick curls pulled back into a bun, struck up a conversation with her. Her voice had a pleasant cadence and had a very melodic quality.

    "Are there any fun events going on in town?" Destiny asked the woman. "I'm here on vacation and always looking for something to do."

    "There are so many things," the little woman replied. "Jet ski, sailing, swimming, there are parties and festivals that we have in the town."

    "Are there any specific events happening any time soon?" Destiny asked with a cautious glance towards the FBI agents who were pretending to check out a nearby fruit stand. They were just out of earshot, unless they'd bugged one of her garments. 

    The little lady shrugged. "I am the wrong person to ask. My main source of entertainment is my husband. My son may know. He's around here somewhere." 

    Trying not to appear as disappointed as she felt, Destiny offered a smile. "Well, thank you," she said graciously. After a moment's thought, she bought the mug and held onto the bag the shop owner placed the mug into. She moved throughout the town aimlessly. Of course it won't be that easy. I know this already, so I'm not sure why I'm so disappointed. 

    Everyone in town was very courteous, very polite. Many people looked at her with curiosity. Blonde hair and contacts weren't helping her to blend in at all, but they definitely helped her to look different. So different, in fact, that people studied her. They were possibly wondering what her background was. She'd seen a few other people on the island with curly blonde hair and brown skin, though. It's not like she was the only one.