Colour Me Red

Chapter 11: Dune

Chapter 11: Dune

Ellie sat across from me in the booth, nibbling on a breadstick and watching me with incredulity as I wolfed down half a pepperoni pizza that had only been situated on our table for about five minutes.

"How are you that hungry?" she asked with amazement. "It's only been a couple of hours since we last ate."

I smirked at her as I picked up another slice of pizza.

"What can I say? I'm a growing boy."

Waiting for a response, I inhaled the slice of cheesy goodness that I held in my hands.

She seemed to contemplate what I had said for an awfully long time.

"How old are you, anyway?" she asked with curiosity.

I was surprised she hadn't asked sooner but I suppose she had other things, more important things, on her mind.

"I'm 21," I responded, taking a swig of the orange juice I ordered.

Apparently (according to my father) alcohol is bad for the body and I am therefore banned from drinking it. Oh the joys of being an assassin.

Ellie nodded her head, accepting my answer by picking up another breadstick.

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" I asked, gesturing to the few slices of pizza that remained.

"That's okay; you obviously need it more than I do."

I smirked at her across the table before wiping my fingers on a napkin.

"Why don't you go and try these on then?" I said, grabbing all the Victoria's Secret bags from underneath the table and handing them to her. Luckily she'd already had the chance to try everything else on in the stores when we bought them.

"Why can't I just try them on when I get back to the apartment?" she asked, her brown creased.

"Because we're moving out of the city and by the time we get back to the apartment, Felix will have packed everything up and loaded it into a removal van. We won't have a chance to return anything if it doesn't fit you because we won't exactly be in travelling distance of this place. So off you go," I said swiftly, nodding in the direction of the ladies' room.

"I thought you said you know what size I am, so why would I need to try anything on?" she asked sceptically.

"Just try them on," I said with a roll of my eyes.

She started to stand with a huff, pulling the three bags with her.

"How come you know my size, anyway?" she asked, as if the question only just occurred to her.

"I spent a lot of my time routing around in your room, trying to find something of importance that would help me understand why your father wanted you dead. That time included sifting through your underwear draw; apparently it's a favourite hiding spot for women. I was hoping to find a diary or something."

Ellie's draw dropped, and right before she stormed off into the bathroom, she swung at me with her shopping bags and clipped me round the head.

Women.

I finished my pizza in a hurry, desperate for this shopping trip to come to an end so that we could get back to the apartment and get out of the city as soon as possible.

Marc had been house hunting all afternoon to find the perfect secluded cottage that was deep in the countryside where nobody could stumble across it.

I knew that people would be looking for Ellie, even though I'd sent her father the pictures of her fake death; the police always wanted real proof, a body for example. So I had to make sure that no one would randomly see her in the street and call the police. She was all over the news and I had no doubt that her entire town was out looking for her.