What He Thinks I've Done

Chapter Four

Tine

I immediately got up, grabbing my bag and picking up my books to put them inside while I walked outside the classroom to the bicycle racks. I stopped in a convenient store to buy a gallon of milk and bread for Gavina, the old woman who lived across the street. She lived alone, had no children to take care of her while her husband died long ago. She didn't want to go to the homes for the elderly insisting that she could still handle her own, 'didn't need anyone to take care of her'. I saw her furrowed her eyebrows and picked up her cane when a neighbor suggested it to her.

I had been visiting her everyday and checking on things since we had moved in that village. I got my money from a part time job at a DVD shop that's about to close permanently in a few months. The business had been striving to survive for years. DVD's were not that trendy anymore since anyone could just simply download from the internet.

I went home and got changed discovering that Mom was already gone. She told me she wouldn't come home until Monday while Dad had been away for a week now. I locked the door and crossed the streets to Gavina's House. I knocked and she asked me to come in.

"I bought you bread and milk." I said, walking to the kitchen and placing the milk on the fridge and the bread on the counter m,.

"Oh. You shouldn't have!" She exclaimed turning her head to me. I trudged to the living room and sat on the couch. Gavina stood up and went inside her bedroom. "Wait for me." She said.

After a few moments, she came out holding a metal box with both hands, taking slow steps. She sat back again and opened the box in front of me.

"There are so many stories that I haven't told yet but here are few things that proves them." Gavina started rummaging on her stuff. I leaned close to take a better look.

She suddenly held it out to me.

"I need someone to take care of these. I'm getting old and losing bits of my memory. I need you to keep it, away from the hands of unwanted people. If they found out that you have these, they would kill you." My blood went cold.

"Then why are you letting me keep this?!" I exclaimed in shock, pulling away.

"Because I trust you Tessa." No matter how many times I had reminded her of my name, she still called me Tessa. It annoyed me but I had gotten used to it.

"You're unbelievable." I doubted her. She might have made it all up. I grabbed the box, put it inside a paper bag and went home when the night came.

John

I had been following her from school. The tracking device was useless, she didn't go anywhere aside from the store where she just bought milk and something else that seemed to be a loaf bread.

I positioned myself outside the old woman's house near the living room window where I could hear whatever it was they were talking about. The old woman was saying strange things like getting caught and killed for something. When I look  the through window, I saw the woman handing Clementine a tin box. But they didn't say anything that could have hinted what was inside it.

The truth was, my on task was just to find out where Clementine's agency was hiding all the bodies of the spies that we had been sending for the mission of getting information about the underground facility that they had been running for a decade now. We believed that this girl was the main reason for the lost of our spies. I had nothing to do with the chip and Agent Stewart told me that I needed to get my hands off it. It was none of my concern.