Chapter 9- Typhoon

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My thoughts crash together like typhoon waves, my mind flooded with thoughts; I have a tendency of doing this. I just didn't understand Mitch's past. Yeah, he was a nice kid but something didn't line up.
I sit up in my bedroom recalling the night before and everything that comes to me is either practically impossible or just crazy. Something wasn't clear to me and I was going to find out.
Saturday came around pretty fast this week and I decided what more to use my days off then an investigation.
"Hello Amethyst," Miss. Brady chirps. "I'm afraid Mitch isn't here, he went down to see a movie." She says while resting an arm on the front door.
"Oh okay," I say a little disappointed.
"But you're welcome to come in and have something to eat and drink if you like."
"That would be lovely," I exclaim.
We make our way inside her house and plop down at the bar.
" What would like to have dearie?"
"Just water please."
"Oh where are my manners you haven't seen the whole house yet, go on. I'll get our snack ready and you can go explore."
I nod, exited to see what's in store.
I go up to the second floor where I see an office's door left ajar and my ears perk up by the sound of what sounds like an older women. Her voice is rough, strained and very straight forward! I creep closer to where I hear the sound coming from and it leads me straight to the office.
"Your father was a great C.I.A agent Mitch, but you have to move on! You have to arrest this man and finish your dads task. This criminal could ruin us!"
"I know, I know Mrs. Bird, I know. I got it all under control."
"Do you, do you really? Is that why you moved?!"
"You now why we did..."
I creek the door open with my index finger to get a better look. But I go to far and before long I'm seen.
"Amethyst?" He whispers in astonishment.
"Present," I say with a lift of my hand, embarrassment draws near. "I'm so sorry I was looking around and then I sort of stuck my nose where I shouldn't have. Wait you're supposed to be at the movies!" I howl.
"How much did you here?" He asked startled.
"Enough, I heard about your dad and how he was a C.I.A agent and other things."
"Oh crap!"
"Language Mitchell! And oh crap is right!" Mrs. Bird retorts.
"You just said oh crap so why can't I?" He complains.
"Because I said so! Now you'll have to fill in the kid for how much she knows. And Mitch I think we found you a teammate."
"What?!" We say at the exact same time.
"Come on Amethyst I have a lot too tell ya!" He says hobbling off. "Goodbye Mrs. Bird."
"Goodbye Mitch."
And with that the computer slides down and becomes practically invisible. I stand there astonished jaw ajar.
"Come on there Jem we have a lot to talk about."

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