Undercover: A Romance

Chapter Thirteen

I sat there on my knees for a few minutes trying to figure out why he would do something like this. What would drive him to cut women up and harvest their body parts to make a new body? Surely there had to be a reason. Maybe he was trying to recreate his wife since she left him. Or his mom? Creepy, but I've seen men take their dead mothers to a taxidermist just to keep them alive in some way. I just don't understand his logic in killing these women.

I sighed and got up off if my knees. I could picture him having a bomb or something like that. But body parts? I did not see that one coming. I slowly walked up the stairs to Amanda's room, lost in thought. I was slightly happy that my mission is almost at a close. But I didn't realize that during my mission I had been sleeping with a serial killer. No sane person would be okay with that. It's weird to think of James as a serial killer. He seemed gentle, maybe a little rough around the edges, but not a killer. I guess when mother told me that some things will surprise me a great deal about the people I "think" I have a read on, she wasn't kidding.

I walked into Amanda's room and crawled into the bed. Camilla was already on the other side of Amanda. clearly trying to shut everything out. I'm guessing she's never saw anything that gruesome before. I sighed again. The only thing I can do now is go to sleep and whenever I wake up I'll call John and tell him what was found.

After twenty minutes of laying there, I finally managed to dose off. When I woke up the next morning, Camilla was standing over me. It scared me so bad that I lunged for her and had her pinned to the floor before I realized who she was.

Camilla grunted underneath me. "Okay. It's me, now get off." She said, understanding why I reacted that way. I apologized and got up offering her my hand. She smiled at me. "So what's our game plan now?" Camilla asked. I could tell she was still shaken up from what she saw last night, but she really needed to store her feelings in a container and lock them up somewhere.

I sighed. "We get the hell out of here and tell John. And then we wait for his orders." She nodded, seeming grateful for some kind of solid ground to go by under her feet. I gave her a reassuring smile and came up with the perfect plan for why we were leaving. I told James to tell Amanda and Leslie when they woke up that Camilla's mother was calling me wanting to know where her daughter is and why she isnt at my house for her to come pick her up.

I refused all contact with him and as soon as my story was out, I bolted for the door and into Dan's car with Camilla close on my heels. I took a deep breath in when I got in the car, breathing in the familiar sent of Dan's cologne.

"Rough night ladies?" Dan asked, worry etched into his features. I just simply nodded and instructed Camilla to call John and fill him in. We were given the orders to go to my apartment and await a phone call. When we got to my apartment, Dan came in to sit with us, just to make sure we were okay. After about twenty minutes Dan decided he'd go ride around just for the heck of it and walked out the door.

I loved that man. He was like a second dad for me. Or an older brother. He was family to me because he's been driving me around since I was little. I  was thankful fo him.

Two hours passed of Camilla and I staring at different walls before the phone rang.

I quickly answered the phone. "Hello?" I asked. "Okay. Your orders are to keep Mr. Rae busy while we go into the shed and remove everything, you know the usual protocol. You'll have to sleep with him again. And drug the girl. You know the usual instructions for something of this nature. Maybe not when someone has literally dismantled a few women and tried to sew them to each other, but you get the point." John rambled on about how I knew what was to take place. He did that when he was uncomfortable with something he was making me do. Or rather someone.

I sighed. "Alright."  We hung up and I told Camilla that unfortunately she would be among the agents who went in and cleaned out the shed. She wasn't happy, but she accpeted her mission and say bye to me. I was left alone in my own thoughts. Most of them roaming over Mr. Matthews. A part of me was slightly worried he wouldn't like the real me.

I quickly shook the though away and focused on thinking about the misison I had at hand and how I was going to distract the sick bastard responsible for putting me in this position.