Zodiac

Chapter 11

Libra POV

"Finally" I whisper to myself, I just finished unpacking. You can say I went on a long trip but now I'm back and that's all that matters. Unpacking is exhausting all I want to do is get a glass of wine, take a long bubble bath and maybe read for a while. Just thinking about it relaxes me.

I have so much to do. I feel so lazy that I don't want to get up. A loud knock causes me to jump I've been jumpy lately maybe its the envelope I received a couple days ago.

I take my usual morning jog at the park. After two laps I stop and sit on the bench taking in the fresh air. A man takes a seat next to me and doesn't move it's like he's a statue. He's being weird. I'm supposed to meet Dave here, Dave is a special friend if you know what I mean. After about ten minutes the guy leaves, that was awkward. I get a call from Dave saying he's at my house. When I stand up there's something on the bench it's an envelope with my name written on the front. What the fuck, I start freaking out. Who was that guy? I open the envelope and there's a note along with a plane ticket for May 5 to Washington D.C. I'm curious, should I go or not. 

I open the door and Dave comes in panicking. "What's wrong" I ask him, he looks pale.

"I need your help, I stole something" he says quietly as if we weren't the only ones in the room. He can be paranoid, sometimes I feel like he doesn't even trust himself.

"What did you steal" I ask him curiously. What could it be if he's making such a big deal about it. He acts like he's never stolen anything before.

"A painting" he says in his deep russian accent.

"It must not have been worth a lot, if the news didn't cover it" I say rolling my eyes. He's wasting my time.

"It wasn't here in russia" he replies in a hushed voice. Not in russia, no wonder I didn't see him in like a week or two.

"Then where was it" I ask intrigued. I wonder where the painting is? Maybe I can steal it from him or return it to the museum, I'd look like a hero.

"New York" he says looking around my apartment.

"What's the name of the painting" I ask. New York has a lot of valuable items maybe he stole something worth my time.

"Have you heard of the starry night painting" he says. My eyes widen the starry night is worth a ton of money.

"When did you steal it" I ask him trying to gain more information.

"A couple days ago, there were three of us including me" he replies. If this happened days ago and he's in Russia then why is he worried? "The other guy squealed and the boss is furious he wants to leave no witnesses. He wants us dead, plus the mastermind won't be much help since his moneys counterfeit, he'll kill me before I explain anything" he says answering my question.

"Tell the guy you didn't know the money was fake" I say. "Where is the painting now" I ask hoping he knows.

"I don't know the boss has it" he replies and I want to tell him to fuck himself for being useless.

"You're in deep shit" I tell him and he gives me the I know look. "What do you want me to do" I ask.

"You're the master of acts, you can act as anyone and get away with it" he says earning a smirk from me. "I need you to take me somewhere safe, where no one will know and go to the boss and clear my name" he demands. Is he crazy?

"Are you high, I'd get killed if I even mention your name" I yell. "He'd know everything before I get the chance to say anything. I'm not helping you unless I get something in return" I say and as soon as those words leave my mouth I can sense that was the wrong question to ask. He corners me to the wall and I can't move.

"I won't kill you" he says and his words make me sick.

"I'll get you a plane ticket to America, you can stay there while I sort things out" I say. "What were the names of the guys you stole the painting with" I ask hoping he doesn't ask why I'm asking.

"We didn't use our real names, one was Steve the other William" he says as he releases me.

"I'll get you a plane ticket for the 6 of May, which is in three days. You can't come here until that day, just in case" I say. I'll leave on the 5th and when he comes on the 6th I'll be long gone.

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If you didn't figure it out he was Jack one of the guys Louis stole the painting with but his real name is Dave. Just thought I would give the story a little twist. Don't forget to Vote and Comment :)