The investigator
We were in that room for around two hours before finally Brandon speaks up.
"So what I've found on Ashley burns, not much actually. They seem to keep her out of sight for the most part by her being used as a money racket basically being passed around to different groups in Sinister X." Brandon says spinning around.
"She's alive, like for sure?" I ask, looking at his screen. I see a picture of Ashley pulled up. She's lost a lot of weight, her face has thinned and the light from her eyes is gone completely. Feeling a hand on my shoulder I turn looking up at Owen.
"She's alive." Owen reassures.
"And I might have an idea of where she's at but, there's not a guarantee of her being there. Anyway it's near an abandoned subway near London." Brandon chimes in before spinning back around.
"Thank you Bray, we'll stay in touch." Owen says turning towards the door, grabbing my hand.
"Let's work out a plan, are we going to your house or mine?" He asks tilting his head a bit.
"Yours." I respond. I want to find out more about him.
We're back in the same Toyota as before, heading in the opposite direction of my motel.
"Where do you live?" I ask, looking over at him. He looks so serious while driving but, relaxed at the same time.
"Well I live in a lot of places." He says as his eyes steal a peek of me, before landing back on the road.
"Here. Where do you live here?" I rephrase my question rolling my eyes at him.
"Around 45 minutes away from the facility. We'll be there soon." Is all he says, before silence fills the car for the rest of the ride.
Pulling up to a huge castle like apartment complex. I stare in awe, it's rustic but, absolutely beautiful.
This man has money. Looking over at him, I see a smirk plastered on his face. He knows what he's doing.
Following him in, the shimmering golden light glistening off the white walls as if a piece of art. A simple "wow." Escapes my lips, before speeding up my pace to catch up with him.
"We'll take the elevator, my rooms at the top." He says standing in-front on the opening door.
"Ladies first." He gestures, doing a little bow.
"Oh thank you, such a gentleman." I say with a hint of sarcasm, as I walk in laughing.
Walking into what I'm assuming is a suite. There's a long entry hallway lined with beautiful pieces of art, before leading into the main area.
"Did you do these?" I ask, slowing my pace to look at all of them.
"Oh uh.. yes. With all that I see in my line of work I have to find some way to escape." He answers walking back to me.
"I believe you and my mother would be friends." I smile up at him.
Continuing into the living space it seems very comfortable. With couches and chairs scattered about.
"Would you like something to eat? I should have some leftovers from yesterday." He asks moving towards the kitchen.
"Sure anything's fine, just thinking of the plan." I respond, walking over, sitting down at the island in the middle of us.
"Can't think of a plan when there isn't one yet." He states rummaging around in the fridge.
After about 20 minutes he hands me a plate of stir-fry curry.
"Looks pretty good for leftovers." I state, taking a bite it's good, not too spicy yet, very creamy.
"Tastes good too. You made this?" I ask taking another bite. He responds with a "yes." Glancing up at him, he seems lost in thought. Likely deciding the next step.
Finishing up, I head over placing my plate in the sink. Thinking back to when he showed up to my apartment. He was hurt, he shouldn't be out in the field yet.
"Don't you think it's a little soon?" I ask, sitting back down.
"Soon? What?" His expression has went from deep in thought to confusion.
"You're injured already." I state.
"I can handle a lot. Trust me." A smirk showing up on his face.
"Okay then but, just be diligent. You owe yourself that." I say, basically as a demand.
"Okay I will and I have an idea." He says.
"And?" I ask.
"You might not like it." He looks up at me.
"I can handle a lot. Trust me." I copy him as I send a smile over at him.
"Now this is just a skeleton plan. Going in, I need to pretend I'm offering you over. They'll likely take the bait, giving me access to the inside. To do that I'll need you to look beaten." He explains, maintaining eye contact. I bet he can see the worried look on my face.
"No, sorry I don't mean anything like that, no one will lay a hand on you to harm you but, I might have to seem rude and a bit rough. Do you know how to do makeup?" He asks.
"No, not much and How rough?" I ask, looking down.
"It's alright, I'll see if Brandon can find somebody that can. Like some pulling and harsh words. Also we can get someone else to help if you don't want to." Him states firmly.
"I think I can do it." I say. Hopefully.
It honestly kinda feels nice. Feeling as if, someone finally has my back. I can't get to comfortable though. I don't know a lot about this man.
After deciding that it was getting late and the 'mission' will happen tomorrow. I stand.
"Well I think I should head home." Looking over at him. He's giving me a hell no expression.
"It's already late, plus this suite has two rooms. You're staying over." Damn, he's practically demanding me to.
"We'll flesh out the plan tomorrow morning. I have to make some calls." With that he stands.
"Come I'll show you the room." Following him down a short hallway, this place is covered in many different colors and forms of art. My mom would like this place.
My thoughts being interrupted as I walk straight into his back.
"Shit, my bad." I mumble, straightening up, putting my hand over my nose. After a moment of silence for my embarrassing stunt.
Without missing a beat, a laugh a very loud, strong, bellowing laugh. Looking up, he's turned towards me with one hand on his stomach and one over his mouth. He takes a deep breath, he finally stops to say.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm finding this so hilarious." I don't say anything back. Instead I just stand there waiting for him to get done laughing.
"I needed that." He says letting out a deep breath before continuing.
"This will be your room for the night. I'll be right across the hall. Knock if you need anything." He finishes. I thank him before walking into the room.
It's plain as if, never used before. Only a simple bed in the middle of the room, with a nightstand and a lamp.
Finally getting a second to think on my own. Wish I had my laptop, I wouldn't be as bored. Hopefully tomorrow will be the day. I know for sure it's going to be a long one. As I take in everything that just happened, feeling a lot more confident and hopeful. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Anything and everything could come crumbling down any second. Sinking into the bed. Eventually being taken away by the darkness.
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Beneath The Rain (18+)
Mystery / ThrillerSerena Bennit ends up having to investigate her own best friend's disappearance. She stumbles across Owen Waren. The man that helps her uncover the dark twisted truth of who she has really been looking for the past five years. Were those years was...
