In The Midst of Trouble

Chapter 23

Gen’s P.O.V

As I read each letter carefully, all that accumulated in my mind was confusion. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing, or maybe my mind was refusing for me to do so. First question that came to mind was how Gemma had gotten a hold of these conversations, and why she had kept them hidden. Was it just another ploy? Could it be that this was just a heap of bullshit?

If I was baffled by this, I could imagine how Jack would react. I would really hate to be in his shoes right now. He just found out he hired a mole and now I would have to burden him even more. I wasn’t sure if I should do it straight away or give him time to digest everything else. Secrets were just coming to light every damn second.

Hearing footsteps headed towards my direction, I quickly piled the letters back into the small chest and put it back where I’d found it. I tried to calm myself and once the door opened, I pretended to be going through the room searching for some clues. It was Jack, still unkempt and still very much on edge.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked. I couldn’t look him in the eye so I looked at the wall behind him instead.

I shrugged, hopefully believably. “Just checking for some clues but it seems Gemma pretty much left no trace of her existence here,” I replied nonchalantly. “Have the guards found anything about her whereabouts?”

“She left here about 2 hours ago and she was apparently picked up outside of the gate by a ‘friend’. I’ve got the vehicle description and plates. I’ll have some people trace it.”

“Is that even necessary considering we already know who she’s working for? I mean, it’s pointless. She’s probably long gone by now and I think we should just let her go,” I told him and he slouched against the wall. He gave the room a once over, and I grew more nervous with every look. I really hoped that he would drop this matter altogether and just move on.

I should have known I would have no such luck.

His eyes became fixated on the wardrobe. “Are you sure you checked all of this room? Maybe I should have a go and see what I can find,” he said and began to move towards the closet but I blocked his path and grabbed his shoulders.

“Are you doubting my searching abilities?” I inquired; brow raised questioningly.

He looked down at me, bewildered. “Gen, this is honestly not the time to be fighting over some petty shit. Now, move over so I can check that closet,” he muttered in annoyance before moving me to the side with little effort. I bit my lip in angst as I watched him throw the cupboard doors open and he rummaged through the items like a savage animal. I guess all decorum is forgotten when going through the stuff of a mole.

When he didn’t find anything, he sighed. “Guess you were right. There’s jack shit in here,” he admitted in defeat. He was about to step away when something caught his eyes. It was the same in discrepancy I’d noticed earlier. I knew then and there that it was all going to be downhill from here.

It wasn’t long before he found the box filled with letters. I feigned an exasperated gasp when he took it out. “Woah, you actually found something! I guess you are better than me after all,” I forced out a laugh. My back was damp with trepidation. Those letters could very well change the course of his life.