On The Run

Day 1

Zoey's POV

I walked out of the dockyard following Leo. Even though Carlos trusted him completely, I had my doubts. First of all, I didn't have any data on who this was, what he is capable of and how much of morality he has left to not sell me out.

As a result, I stared at his back the whole time he walked through the dockyard, debating whether or not to trust him.

"I think you can quit staring at the back of my head. It's growing really uncomfortable."

I jumped at his sudden words.

So he speaks.

His voice was softer than I expected, not the hard rough voice you would expect from the look of his face. He sounded really young, like someone in his early twenties.

"Uh, sorry."

I flinched at my own reply. That was all I could muster. An apology for staring at his back. He gave a low chuckle.  It was something I haven't heard in a long time. The sound of his small laughter stirred something buried deep down in the pit of my stomach.

I stopped in my tracks remembering the times when dad and I used to laugh at silly stuff from my school or even sometimes from one of his cases. Even though his job couldn't be freely discussed with me, he tried to talk to me about it as much as he could. He would start with the "once upon a time there was a.." - sometimes I would laugh at how weird it was to talk to an 18 year old like this. But it was his way. It was our way. After mom's death, he was my mom and my dad. My everything. Now, I don't have him. I don't know where he is. I have lost everything I held dear. I have nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Are you okay?"

I blinked up at him at the words, watching him walk towards me slowly, with a strange look on his face. At first, I couldn't understand why he had that look on his face. It took me a moment to realize that my eyes had teared up. I blinked a few times to clear up my vision.

"There was something in my eye."

I lied. His expression changed suddenly. It reminded me of his face when I had first seen him, in front of Carlos – blank and indifferent. He briefly nodded his head before turning around and walking off.

I followed him without a single noise. It took us about five minutes before we reached our destination. I noticed the giant steel board over our head which read - "Dock C". As we walked up the pier, I noticed a boat neatly berthed at the port. As I looked at the scene, it started to make sense to me. The plan,if executed properly, might work perfectly.

"Is this the getaway ride?

I asked to make sure that the plan was what I thought it to be. Leo nodded in affirmation.

"Registered to a rich mogul, who seldom uses it. The caretaker thought about making some quick extra bucks and therefore couldn't resist the urge of making a thousand bucks extra than normal."

Leo answered in a low, nonchalant tone. It could be perfect. The boat wouldn't be missed for days on end. The getaway will be much farther and much easier with the license. Also there won't be any traffic cams to avoid on waters. Truth be told, waters are much less secured than roads or highways, but they are as efficient for transport as any other form.

I smiled inwardly as we descended through the ladder into the boat.

It was one of the most luxuriously furnished boats I have ever seen. The floors were wood paneled. The wardrobes had branded clothes and even the mini fridge was well stocked with fresh supplies. There was even a small bath on the lower deck, full with a bathtub. The bathroom supplies were well stocked too.