The Evening Hunter [#3]

21-a Secret Job

I owned the building. It stood six floors above the grounds on the side of town. That though did not matter, as I knew the two girls lived on the third floor, house number 300C. They have been residents for almost a year, meaning they moved in after the incident we had a year ago. 

The next move was to have cameras where necessary.  Every corner where I could see them and that was to happen immediately. I instructed Elizabeth on what to do about it and left the territory. I needed to show up in Franklin’s club. Franklin knew me as Liam, an employee in the Irish Mafia. 

Once I parked my car and fixed a gun where necessary, I opened the door to step out, and my phone rang. Checking the screen, a frustration settled in me. 

Logan wasn't going to kill me. Who was he, a girlfriend who was to be calling me every damn day? I needed another person to play his part.

“I don't want to see any of your calls agai—”

“She is here.” He murmured in urgency as his heavy footsteps echoed that I could hear him through the phone. “Tell me why they think you are an officer?” He gritted his teeth.

I was checking CCTV cameras in the parking lot. I could have hung up but the part where I was viewed as a bulldog caught me. What nonsense was this? Anyone thinking I was an officer was close to an insult.

“Who? Make it quick, I am busy!” 

“Ivy.” He declared. For a moment, I let him take it back because I knew he was a fucker and he could be trying to play like last night, but he did not. That's when a fading emotion rushed in me, settling in my stomach. “The silence won't help because I just excused myself to make a call.”

“What does she want?”

“You.” He said and that did not have to give me chills. I cleared my throat, gazing around in a suspicious manner. “She wants to speak to you.”

I felt like asking Logan what she wanted to speak about but that wasn't his problem. It was mine, and the question now remained to be; why she wanted to speak to me.

“Did you know that the chief officer heard them asking for you? I had to cover it for you.” He let out an exhale. “Should I send them away?”

“No,” I said as I walked back to the car and slammed the door shut. “I am coming.”

“Well, I can't blow my cover by letting you come over and speak to them.”

“Then take them somewhere, you are smart, should I be answering that?”

“Make it quick, I will take them to the restaurant a few blocks across the street. And hey, I told them you weren't working today that's why you weren't in. When we meet, I'd love to know when you became an officer—”