The Price Of Love

Chapter 9

Jay's POV

I stare at the footage I got from a surveillance camera, watching as Aiden Hefferds removes his motorbike helmet and shows off his face to the world.

I sigh, sitting back in the kitchen chair. It's too easy sometimes.

I glance away from the screen, watching as Talia sweeps the floor in the living room.

Talia gets paid to come here daily. But you see, my house isn't very big. Therefore, there are not a lot of places for her to clean. And I'm a tidy person by nature. If I use a glass, I clean it and put it away automatically.

I've never even stepped foot in the guest bedroom, and she sure as hell will never be allowed step foot in my office.

That leaves my bedroom and the joint kitchen-living room. And I don't like her in my bedroom either. It's not personal, I just hate the thought of someone being in my private space.

So for the two hours Talia comes a day, she mostly just recleans everything. She's started changing the bedsheets in the guest room just to waste time. She doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. I don't see why she would. She's getting paid hundreds a day just to listen to music and clean an already clean surface.

"I'm just going to change the sheets of the guest bedroom. Are you sure you wouldn't like me to change yours too?" She asks me quietly.

What annoys me immensely is how she quiets her voice to a whisper whenever she talks to me. Acting like I'll kill her if I hear her properly.

"Just the guest bedroom," I say, and she nods, before walking to the guest bedroom in the small hallway.

I stare at my laptop screen again. Aiden Hefferds is down in New Orleans. I'll get Atlas to send a team-

There's a knock on the door, and I then remember I told Atlas to come over.

Sighing, I stand up, open the door, and walk back to my seat wordlessly.

Atlas closes the front door and follows me over to the kitchen table. He takes a seat on the chair beside me. "Sir" He nods his head in greeting, and I hum.

I don't mind Atlas. He's pretty much the perfect second in command. I tell him to do something and he does it. Perfect.

Atlas is a few years older than me. He's a few inches shorter, standing at 5'11. His dirty blond hair is cut into a buzzcut, which makes him look a decade older. And he's rather scrawny, which confuses me since he was in charger before I came.

"After you left, he spoke a bit more. Aiden Hefferds is just a tattoo artist who works with a lot of shady clients. He's the type of guy who always knows a person who knows a person" Atlas says, and I hum, showing him I am listening to him while my eyes are back on my laptop screen.

"So how does he connect to the Robinson family?" I ask, and he shrugs. "Maybe he heard something from a client?" Atlas suggests. I nod, before turning my laptop around and showing him the screen.

"This is Cole Robinson. The cousin, and his girlfriend Rosalind" I tell him, and he nods, staring at the picture closely. "What do you notice about her?" I ask him.

He takes a second before his eyes meet mine. "She's covered in tattoos," He says, and I hum, turning my laptop back around.

"Cole and Rosalind seem to have had some trouble in paradise since she's now the ex-girlfriend. Cole seems to have found a replacement; her sister. Isn't that something you'd complain to your tattoo artist about while sitting a long session?" I ask rhetorically. Atlas nods his head anyways.