Behind Lies

Chapter Seven

“After she attacks she marks her kill by signing her name in lipstick. America, Canada and England have been watching her for four years. When she started she was assumed a serial killer, but her attacks were too clean, they were done professionally. We now theorise the possibility of her being an assassin.” I could see that Phoenix was in shock; I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.

“You’re an assassin.” He exclaims.

“Keep your voice down, did you not hear, that is me they are talking about.” I point towards the hall.

“But, I thought you were just a spy.”

“A spy! Why does everyone think we are spies? Spies don’t earn half the pay we do.”

“So, that’s beside the point.” He looks down at his shoes “When were you going to tell me? I mean, were you going to tell me at all? Or were you just going to keep leading me on and then throw it in my face when we were done?”

My heart sank at the depression of his words, “Will you calm down! If they find out I’m here, then I can’t help you.” He opened his mouth indicating he was going to say something but I cut him off with a finger to my lips, silencing him. I take his arm and pull him back to the hall but stop just before we reach the door; I bend down to my ankle pulling a gun. I hand it to Phoenix. “To be safe, not to show.” He nods and tucks it into the back of his pants. We enter the assembly again.

“We have also confirmed her age which is seventeen. I know you’re probably thinking that that can’t be right because that would make her twelve.” The officer looks right at me, and notices the smile on my face. His brow furrows for a moment before he continues. “We also believe she has black hair, this is because of the collected evidence we have, that she has left behind at almost all of the crime scenes. Although we urge you to stay safe, we don’t know when and if she will strike, so we will argue that you stay alert and report anything suspicious. Thank you.”  The officer looks towards me thinking about the description of Calypso, his brows furrow. I give a smile and thumbs up and turn to leave.

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“So you purposely leave trails?” Phoenix asks me packing his bag with clothes. I decided that it was best, he stay at my house, somewhere less detectable than his house / mansion until we could locate his father.

“Yep.”

“And they still couldn’t figure it out?”

“Yep again.”

“Genius.” He came out of the wardrobe with his suitcase packed and ready to go. When he placed it on the ground the watch that I gave him was clearly visible and I was contemplating whether I should tell him that the watch had a tracking device in it, but then I thought hmmm, better not.

When we got back to my place Phoenix settled in pretty fast. I gave him one of the spare bedrooms and we managed to find a second hand bedroom set for a really cheap price off an Australian website that was like an online garage sale. The name escapes me right now, but I remember it had something to do with a tree.

When we were sitting down to dinner, he looked at me shocked as I plated him spaghetti bolognaise. “What? You didn’t think I could cook?”

“No, I just didn’t think you could cook this well.” He said stuffing his face. A laugh that I had been trying to hold back finally escaped me. 

“Slow down, or you’ll get indigestion.”

“So, now that I am Phoenix, should I call you Cally or Calypso?” I hadn’t really thought about being called Calypso again. The last person to call me Calypso was my mom.