White Dove

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Katie’s POV

You know, before Brittany called me, I was having a beautiful dream that I was out of the CIA for good and I was just a normal teenager, but no, I was roughly awoken to the harsh reality of my life. I never asked for my life to be like this but then again, I never asked to be normal. Normal is boring.

I looked over at Abby who was staring out the window in her familiar this-is-not-a-coincidence-so-where-is-the-connection-look? I had to admit, I’ve missed this Abby, I miss the Happy Abby but I knew that Abby could never be the same but I wasn’t going to complain as long as I had my sister here with me.

“What are you thinking, Abby?” I asked her.

“I’m thinking this is all too much of a coincidence. Perrie and two other girls came racing around my informants, trying to get information saying it was on my behalf. Evidently they asked the right questions.” Abby sighed, rubbing her temples.

“The right questions? Isn’t it usually the wrong questions that get people harmed?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Whatever they found out, whatever they were up to, caused fear into someone. Someone that is either very influential, powerful or rich” Abby said.

“Or all three” Brittany said, coming over to us.

“True, I wouldn’t rule out that possibility” I said with a shrug.

“Did you interview the boys?” Brittany asked me.

“I did. They never noticed anything different about Perrie. I even called her band members. They say Perrie’s been going out a lot but they always assumed it was with Zayn” I admitted to them.

“Can we access her phone bills? If there were any calls spiking then we could find out who Perrie’s partners were” Abby asked.

“I’ve called them. They’re faxing them over now. I also got bank records too.” Brittany said.

“Well…we’re going to have our work cut out for us.” Abby sighed as we got a notification about the fax before Abby clicked print.

***

We spent hours flicking through the bank records. There was nothing unusual…nothing that we could find that was different. I was flicking through Perrie’s credit card receipts before something caught my eyes.

It was a payment to a local diner in one of the diners in the lower side of London. What the hell was Perrie doing down there? She would never go down there! There was weekly payments, all under twenty dollars.

“Guys it may not be anything but recently there was a payment to a local diner in the lower side of London in Grey Street” I told them and Abby’s head snapped up.

“Did you say Grey Street?” Abby asked urgently. I nodded and she groaned. Brittany and I gave her a confused look before she sighed.

“Grey Street Diner is where I met Hannah, one of my informants” She admitted to us.

“What the hell was she doing there?” I wondered out loud.

“It may not be anything but that area is well known for its drug use…could Perrie be on drugs?” Brittany whispered, in an effort not to wake the boys who had fallen asleep on the couches.

“No way…there is not a huge amount withdrawal from any of her accounts. A small amount of cocaine there is the cheapest and it is way more expensive than twenty dollars.” Abby said.

“All the same, we should keep an open mind to this” I sighed out to Abby who hesitated but nodded.

“I’ll go down to the diner and go and see if anyone had seen anyone with Perrie down there” Brittany said before swiping up her wallet, keys and a photo of Perrie and her badge.