Bella Donna

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

A few hours ago

"Hey Fishy... Wait up!" Heather shouted while rushing out of Hiccup's manor. She was still in the process of slipping on her coat when she flagged down Fishlegs who was about to depart.

"It's Fishlegs," The portly blond stated.

"I'm not even going to question why fish have legs but I need you to drop me off near the apartment," Heather replied. "I might know some people that can give us a lead,"

"Uhmm..."

"What? You don't trust me?" She asked with her hands on her hips. "Is it because I work for the MAN?"

Now Fishlegs just laughed. "Trust me, the "man" is firmly in our back pocket. What I don't trust is you going off on your own and blabbing were you've been. This place is a highly secured site and you've already seen way too much. The boss never brought outsiders here before and as I am his Advisor and the Head of Security I can't leave you be until I know you won't reveal any of our secrets."

"Well I never," Heather huffed. "Then if you are just going to have to come with me," she then demanded.

"Wait what?!"

"I said you're coming with me. Now chop chop. Start that car and let's go," Heather stated while clapping her hands for dramatic purpose.

"Now see here..."

"No, you see here. I am going to find my friend and I might have a lead. If you can't trust me then you are along for the ride bub,"

"And that, to any future generations, was the start of an interesting friendship." Heather remarked once Fishlegs pulled onto the freeway.

"I can't believe I went along with this," Fishlegs grumbled. "I only answer to the boss," he added under his breath.

"Just park near the apartment when you get there," she just told the man with a roll of her eye as she had still clearly heard his last sentence.

"Why are we going back to the apartment? The police are already canvasing the area and Snotlout is bribing a Judge for a warrant for any CCTV."

"Hon, we both know that in that part of town no one is going to talk to the cops," Heather scoffed. "What you need is a woman's touch and some muffins. We'll need to stop by a bakery before the apartment."

"Well you're a cop too!" Fishlegs uttered.

"Yeah, but I lived here long before Astrid moved in and I have a report with a lot of people." Heather elaborated. "The person I'm thinking of will be a lot more receptive to me than any old cop,"

When arriving at their destination Heather wasted no time. She stepped out of the sleek black car while holding a box from a nearby cafe and headed straight past the apartment building and across the street to a bit of a wornout Victorian-styled house.

"Muriel," Heather greeted the old woman sitting on the front porch. "Is Betty in?"

"She's needlepointing in the kitchen," The elderly woman uttered.

"I brought blueberry muffins," Heather then said while holding the box enticingly.

"BETTY! THE PO PO IS HERE AND SHE GOT MUFFINS!" Muriel suddenly shouted towards the screen door which made Fishlegs jump. There was some stomping and then the door was yanked open. An equally gray-haired woman was staring at the visiting duo.