Mission Impossible

Chapter 37~ Prisoner

HARRY'S POV

  "Kassidy Rompage?" I asked a woman sitting at the front desk. She was busy on her phone and simply pointed in the direction of a tall redhead who seemed to be ruling over the whole floor. I walked towards her.

  "Do NOT run that story until Shelia approves it. Do you want to get fired? Where did you go to school again?" I heard her saying as I approached. I eternally rolled my eyes as I tapped on her shoulder.

  "Excuse me Miss my name is Charles and I was wondering if you could give me some information about the house in this story," I asked, pointing to the story she printed.

  She turned around and looked me up and down, a slight scowl on her face I was starting to think it was permanent. "Why?" She asked.

  "I was wondering where it is. I used to go to school with the woman who passed so I was hoping to leave some flowers by the road or something," I said, giving her a sad smile. She looked me over again.

  "You've gone through a lot of trouble just to find the address of the house to leave flowers at," she remarked and my enteral eye roll flared up.

  "Truth be told I also wanted to meet you... I love your pieces," I told her, taking a quick glance at her name badge, which said assistant editor. "You would make a much better editor than Shelia," I leaned in and whispered. The red headed girl's scowl turned up a little and her freckled face turned pink.

  "I'll get you the address in a second," she blushed as she went back to her cubicle. Two minutes later and I was calling a cab to take me 45 minutes away to the address Kassidy gave me. When I arrived, I was surprised to see the portion of the house that had been burnt was incredibly small, like it had been contained fairly quickly. It made it hard to believe multiple people could have died in it. I walked towards the front of the house, not knowing what else I could do until I saw a crouched over body extend behind some bushes. They were picking up mail that had been left at the house, leading me to believe they lived there.

"Excuse me? Do you live here?" I asked the woman. She looked me over.

"Yes...why?" She asked me.

"Oh I was just wondering what happened to the house," I explained. She just stood there, not blinking. "Was this the house that the woman attending her engagement party.....you know?" I pushed.

"Yes," she bluntly responded.

"Did you know the couple?" I questioned.

"No, sorry," she said, not budging. I smiled and nodded, thanking her as I turned around and walked away from, turning right onto the corner and then pressing myself up against the side of the house. As my body was turning the corner I saw her reach in her pocket for something that looked like a phone, so I was waiting to see if I could hear what she had to say. Her behavior was too suspicious and her story didn't line up. Who throws a party at their house for people who they don't know?

"It's me...Yeah someone came by...They didn't give a name...Tall, brown hair, pretty eyes, attractive...If he shows up again I'll tell you...Okay, bye." I caught bits of the conversation, which only made me more suspicious. I heard clacking if heels and knew she was coming this way, so I timed it so we would run into each other. I pushed myself off the side of he house and turned left, running into the woman as her mail scattered everywhere.

"Oh I'm so sorry," I pretended to be flustered as I bent down and helped her pick up her mail. As I gathered the papers, I looked at the name they were addressed to. Meghan Hall. I looked up as I stood, handing them back. "Oh, it's you," I said and they woman glared at me cautiously. "Hey could you actually help me find The Lucky Star restaurant? I'm new in town," I lied, hoping that she would report this back to the person on the other line. But if it was who I suspected, they wouldn't fall for it.