Beneath The Rain (18+)

Chapter 23 : Away, We Go

The Investigator

The man is dead, gone forever. Probably buried in a shallow grave nearby. There's no going back and I know I have the option to but, I will not give up on this. I need answers from Ashley herself. I know with Owen and Bray that it's possible. Speaking of her, Bray should be calling soon. If he doesn't we'll ask for an update.

"Owen, I get that you've known about me for awhile before I knew you so, did you know anything about what my mom was hiding?" He straightens up on the couch at my question.

"I did run background checks on both your mother and father. Your father's death wasn't listed, other then that his was clean and your mother's was also clean. You were my point of interest, not them." I grimis at his last comment. Them having clean backgrounds could've been a cover. He knows that. "I should've looked deeper, I will apoligise for that." He nudges my leg as he finishes his statement.

"I understand. Trust me, until now I wouldn't have thought about her knowing anything. I know she's smart and can pick up on certain things but, I had no idea she would answer like that. Although, we might've not met without me going to the UK or you might've just stalked me way longer before actually appearing."

"Tru-" Owen is cut off, as his phones ringtone zips through the silence of the room. Other then our conversation.

"Bray you're on speaker. Talk." Well, now we know he's inpatient.

"Okay, I only found one hit in Boston. A sleazy laundry mat, owed by a David Willard. I'll send you the address and another thing, I couldn't find absolutely anything on where they would be staying while they're there. Although, through multiple cameras they were seen at one area the most. I'll include that address also. Let me know if you need tickets booked." Taking in everything Bray was saying I nod towards Owen. A lead is a lead, no point on ignoring it.

"Yes, we would like tickets, good job. I will need weapons and ammunition sent to wherever you book us to stay at there and a variety of knives too." Owen gives me a wink, knowing damn well of my preferred choice of weapon.

"You got it boss. Update on the work down here. The crew took down two groups while you've been gone. No information on David but, less monsters on the street. I'll send you the flight schedule and the place you'll be staying at soon. Later."

The information was useful yet, so limited. We know that Ashley's real family is in New York but, not in Boston. With Mitch not reporting back, they know he's dead.

"Wait, Mitch would have to report back to them. Did he have a phone?" I jump up, heading to my room.

"Damn, I actually made a mistake." Owen mumbles from the door way, as I search through the bag on my bed.

"The men that clean up the mess, would they have searched and put up Mitch's belongings?" I ask, facing towards Owen.

"Yes, ma'am. Check under the bed. They could've stored it there." Rummaging under the bed, my hand hit something hard, getting ahold of it and yanking it from below the bed. My eyes shoot up to Owen. Opening the small box, I find a few cufflinks, earpieces, and a phone. Lifting it and waving it at him.

"You're the coder baby girl. You figure it out. Unlike you, I won't question your abilities." I shoot him a glare followed by a smile.

"I'm just happy they didn't miss it. Grab my laptop and a cord that fit it from the suitcase please." I say, handing him the phone, before sitting with my legs crossed on the bed.

Owen returns moments later with everything I need. Plugging everything up, I get to work. I load up my program I made for situations like these. It might be a little outdated since I made it a few years ago but, it should work just fine with a little code fixes. Finally getting it to bypass the password about a half hour later, I sift through the messages with code words such word as David, Boston, Myia, and both of our names. The messages I deemed important I showed to Owen, as he kept Bray updated with my findings.

"Bray said to go through emails and pictures could show a location." I gave him a small nod as I start going through what he requested.

"Owen, come send this address here to Bray." After showing him the address, Bray said it was a local coffee shop near the laundry mat.

"It's likely that they stayed somewhere near both of them. According to these pictures and emails. It's a location they use quite often and they probably use to it to plan their next steps." I say, my eyes still glued to my laptop screen. "Ask him to go through the cameras at the coffee shop. See if they're linked to the footage he pulled from the hotel location he sent earlier."

After a few hours of deep diving into this phone and the camera feed. We had an idea of where they could be. Owen informed me that Bray booked a room at another hotel a few blocks down from the location that was given. Knowing David and how he likes to jump from place to place. He likely has the full residents list of who comes in and out of the hotel they stay at.

"He said the flight is in a few hours. We should go but, we have to be low-key. Which means baggy clothes and a few different changes in our appearance but, not so much that we look suspicious. He might have camera feed to the airport. That might've been how he knew where to send Mitch. I'll see if Bray can disable them while we're there." Owen suggests, signaling me to follow him.

Going through everything in our suitcases, finding some appropriate attire for being undercover. I spent a bit of time trying to curl my hair and putting on some makeup. While Owen just ruffling up his hair a bit. I don't look to different from my straight hair and no makeup look but, it'll have to do, since we're limited on our options. Owen's arms rap around my waist as I finish up.

"You could kill someone will one glance. Especially if you talk to them looking like this." He flirts, sliding his hands down to my hips. Turning me to face him.

"Why aren't you dead then?" I mock him, before pulling him into a kiss. "Now lets go. There's time for us after these fuckers explain themselves." Pulling him out from the bathroom and into the living area where everything in packed and ready to go.