Joke's On You

Chapter 3

Frost's POV

Entering the last one of the three jazz bars at the hidden alley Frost never had been that close to surrender.

It was like Preston said this girl was like the weather she disappeared as soon as she came into somebody's view.

At least those bars weren't as dilapidated as the bar in which he had met Rick a few hours ago, actually those places seemed quite beautiful Frost could understand why a girl like her would've been here.

But still searching her was like a pain in the ass.

After rummaging this bar too Frost finally gave up on searching her for tonight, he sat down on the bar visible frustrated.

It was not enough that Mr J would probably kill him for not getting some information about the abode of this stupid sapphire also this girl won't get out of his head.

What was wrong with him?

Normally Frost never had much interest in woman, at first place there always had been his work, not to say that he hadn't the time to care about someone and usually he was fine with it he didn't inevitably need a woman in his life, but now ...

This stupid girl was about to drive him crazy!

At least he had Sienna, his boss' queen to keep him safe from Mr J for a while.

"Hi, handsome. Rough day?"

Frost took his hands away from his face and looked up in disbelief to the voice which had just spoken.

That couldn't be ...

Frost opened his mouth but nothing came out what made him close it again, knowing that he probably looked like a stupid fish, whilst staring at the girl that he was searching for a few hours now.

And there was this lousy feeling in his chest again, the one that reminded him of a disease.

"You know it's very rude to not answer a lady's question", the girl said with this angel-like voice of hers, but she was still smiling, as if she wants to play with him.

"You know I'm in very big trouble because of you, so I'm really sorry that I'm not as friendly as you expected me to be", Frost finally said.

Thanks god he found his voice again.

"Aw? Are you still mad because of the sapphire?" she asked sipping on the drink that she held in her petite hands.

She looked so young and innocent, no one would be thinking of her being a kind of a master thief.

"Mad?" he asked.

"I could've been dead by now, because you stole the jewel for which my boss would burn down the entire city."

The girl looked at him with a nearly confused facial expression then she tilted her head and started to dangle her legs from the chair she was sitting in.

She still wore the same outfit.

The black dress, the black stockings, the black heels, the black gloves and her black mask.

Frost started to question himself if black was her favorite color, even though he should kept his mind focused on a few way more important things at the moment.

"Well ... I'm sorry ... as I said the last time, didn't mind to kill you ..." she responded and something different swung in her voice now.

Remorse?

"Thank you that really helps me a lot ..." he sighed.

"Why don't you try to steal it back?" she suddenly asked.