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Phone Calls and Strange Encounters

ALEX'S POV

I was scared, to be honest...scared to say those words to Jasper. Scared that he wouldn't feel the same—or maybe even more terrified that he would.

Loving people has never come easy for me, but with him, everything feels different. It's like I'm not swimming upstream anymore; finally, I can just let myself drift along the chaotic river of my life.

My stomach still twists in all sorts of strange ways when I think about it. About him. The way his eyes locked on mine, and how his lips held no hesitation when repeating that line back to me. God—I can't remember the last time I felt like this about...well, anyone.

Not only does my imagination drift back to that, but also to his body below mine, shaking ever so slightly with pleasure... His soft moans that slipped from his mouth
as I—

Suddenly I'm ripped away from my blissful thoughts, my phone ringing loudly from within my pocket.

Taking it out, I check the caller ID, then slide my finger across the screen to answer.

"Kessler?" I ask, assuming that the unknown number is his.

"Alex, how are you today...hope I'm not calling at a bad time," his familiar and slightly sarcastic voice chimes through the line.

I glance around my empty office, catching a glimpse of the evening sun shining through my window.

"No actually, the timing is perfect... What do you got for me?"

"Sorry it's taken so long to get back to you, but whoever is going through the efforts to do all this has gone the extra mile to ensure their anonymity."

I let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose with my fingers, and as I'm about to ask a defeated question, Kessler continues.

"But—you know me...with a little elbow grease, some scavenging, and a few connections, I managed to pin down the IP address of that social media account. I'm guessing whoever it was realized their mistake pretty quickly, which is probably why they switched to the less traceable method of brief phone calls and text messages."

"Okay well that's something, what's the address?"

"Well, it doesn't exactly work like that, when you track the IP it's extremely difficult to pinpoint the refined address that the device is located at."

"So what are you telling me then?"

"Well, for starters, it's coming from the city, and I can tell you the possible four streets within a radius I was able to obtain."

Fuck. I need something more than this, but how do I get it?

"That's—that's not enough, how can we locate this fucker?"

"I'd need the person to call long enough for me to be able to trace the call back to their location."

Fuck again.

"And how do we do that, just hope the asshole calls?" I can't help the frustration in my tone as I speak, letting out a stress filled groan.

"I'm sorry Alex, I'm doing what I can with what you gave me...I'll make sure to keep an eye on his phone for whenever there might be a call."

"I know, I know...sorry, thank you. Can you still send me an email of what the radius is?"

"It's no problem, and of course, but I gotta go, catch you later."

With that the line goes silent and I lean back in my chair, feeling more stressed and less confident than when I originally spoke to Kessler. Part of me wants to slam my fists against this damn desk, to fucking toss it over on its side. Luckily I exercise self restraint, and instead continue to pack up my work from the long day I endured.