Catch me if you can

chapter 23

Martina

*I went back to the kitchen, and started working but in fact thinking about the phonecall over and over. Mabye too much. I stopped focusing on my job.*

Me: Hey, Martina

M: ...huh?

Me: What are you doing? This is a fork, not a spoon

M: Oh, sorry, I-

*I tried to do something but made everything worse by striking the box. Spoons and knives were all over the floor and I stood in the middle with disappointment. I am terrible.*

M: Sorry! I will- I will clean everything

Me: No, I see you're not really yourself today.

*She pulled me out of the circle and took my coat*

Me: I've been watching you for half an hour now and what you were doing was crazy. I talked to you but you kept nodding your head and doing the exact opposite

M: Mabye... mabye I need some rest

Me: Right. Go home and have some rest. We will handle it here with Pepe. And... I'll tell Stephie you have a headache

*She said and looked at Pepe who was kneeling down, picking up the cutlery*

M: Thank you so much Mechi.

*I hugged her and turned to Pepe. He avoided looking at me but nodded*

M: Thank you Pepe

*I left the café and beaded home quickly. But not to rest. To start the research. I need to know everything*

...

*I've been working for ten hours now and I got nothing really useful. All I know is the names of his friends and co-operators and their biographies. Ruggero, Diego, Nico. The last time they have done anything was two months ago. And they are about to get in the state building to steal something, have fun, good old days again. Hmm... I bet Jorge is working now. What a pity, I am about to all him and interrupt the source of evil. After I laughed at my own monologue, I called him*

J: Hello?

M: Hi Jorge

J: Hi sweetheart

M: Am I interrupting?

J: No, not at all. I was thinking, you wanna go out?

M: It's nearly ten in the evening, no thank you

J: Well, why are you calling me so late then?

M: I wanted to hear you

J: You want me to sing a good night song for you?

M: No, hearing you like this is enough.

J: What about tomorrow? Can we meet?

M: I'd love to!

J: Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Now go to sleep. You know what the Beauty did? She slept. Good night

*He was so cute, I had urge to squeek in a high pitched voice*

M: Good night