Lovers' Maehem

Chapter 24

Griffin

August 28th, 2180

1:43pm

When I get home, right after the close call with the Blake person, I feel so discouraged I just want to call Mae, she always makes me feel better. Something in me knows though, that if we don't use the information we got from today, and right away. I'll regret it. I go with Mack to her bedroom where she already writing things down. I pull out my phone and call Dad. One ring, two rings, three rings.

"Hello?" he says, I can tell he's busy from his tone.

"Hey Dad," I say, "we have information on a Blake."

"How urgent is this Griff?" he asks, "I had to step out of a meeting with your grandfather for this, and he hates interruptions." I look at Mack.

"Urgent," I answer, I hear him whisper something and shuffle around.

"Okay Griffin, you are on speaker with Grandpa, Elliot and Jeremy," he says. I take a deep breath recalling how all these people are extremely high up in the business and have been there longer than I've been alive, maybe even longer than Dad's been alive.

"While on a stakeout today, in an expected target area for Blakes, we saw the power cut in between two house. We ran towards where the power was cut and saw a women on the younger side, 25 at the oldest, scaling the wall disappearing into a window. She knew exactly what window to go into and was there within seconds using some kind of device to unlock it. She then went into the window. We waited for her to come out, but under 5 minutes, she had already made it to the other side of the building and gotten out of the other side, and ran off. She had reddish hair, and was approximately 5'5."

"Yes Griffin," Dad starts annoyed, "we know most of this, and that description could be millions of people."

"When we checked on the victim we found that it seemed as if she had died peacefully, and nothing but the mark on her arm signifying it was the Blakes. That means whatever they use to kill them must be an injection or something." I continue. I know it's weird that our organization still hasn't found out what they use to kill, but it's nearly impossible. Whatever they use has no trace in the bloodstream, but somehow kills them in minutes. I take a deep breaths getting to the important part. "At first it was nothing more than normal case, but then the girl must've been in a panic. She messed up and dropped the needle on the ground. We brought it back with us." I can hear the pride in my Dad's voice as he continues.

"Great job Griffin," he says beaming, "I'll send someone to pick it up for testing and checking for fingerprints." I nod,

"I picked it up with gloves and put it in a plastic bag to preserve the finger prints," I tell him, just to make sure he knows I didn't mess up the basics.

"Great job Griffin," Grandpa says, "you too Ms. Johnson." He adds to Mack. I smile at her. The thing about my grandfather is his attention to detail is perfect. He probably heard Mack breathing in the background and assumed it was her with me.

"Thank you Mr. Colton," she says, "it is an honour to help in anyway with the Blake case." I mimic her silently, which results in my being punched. I rub my shoulder pretending it hurts as Dad gives further instructions for the needle. All about who is coming to pick it up, and where to leave it for now.

30 minutes later when I finally get off the phone with Dad, I'm thrilled with myself and so is Mack.

"A night off for all our hard work?" I question as we lay on her bed after the lectures from my relatives.

"Definitely," she says, "Oh my god, I'm taking you to my favourite restaurant from when I was little!" I roll my eyes.

"How old are we talking here?" I question. She shrugs,