GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ɴɪɴᴛʜ 1/2

Chapter 29 ➵ Mortiz's secret 1/2

Hours after everybody started to freak out, Goldilocks turned her phone off and knocked Moritz's door. A maid opened it and called her boss.
'Sofia Houston, right ?' The German man asked her as he was looking up and down at her.
'Yes, I'm here for your announce.' She fakely smiled.
'Quinn, you can go, you're free for the day.' Moritz told his employee.
'Thank you so much, sir!' The maid happily declared.
'Don't thank me and get out.' He coldly ordered.
The 60 years old woman got out of the house, leaving Alyssa and Moritz alone.
'C'mon take a sit.' The man invited Aly.
'Thanks...'
She sat on the grey couch, in front of the bay window in the living room. Moritz came back with two glasses of wine and gave one to Alyssa.
'Thanks.' She said, looking at the red liquid, she had to stay cautious, the German dude has a list of undercover agents, what if he knew who she was.
'Sofia, aren't you drinking?' He asked, frowning.
'No offense but I don't like wine.' She lied
'Oh, it doesn't matter. I'm gonna bring you some water.' The bank owner smiled.
When the german businessman went into the kitchen, the blondie took in her pocket a small bottle of transparent liquid and poured a drop of the product in the wine. As the drop hit the red liquid, a white line appeared in the middle of the glass. Kiefer Moritz, a popular businessman, married to Hemma Beerth, had put knockout drops in her wine.
He shouldn't have played with her, Aly always wins.
'So, you came here to rent the left part of my building right?' He said, giving her the glass of water.
'Yes. Right. I have a company in Vegas and I wanted to extend it, in Boston and I'm currently negotiating for offices in New York...' The undercover agent declared, opening a file and giving it to Moritz.
'Sofia... I have a question...' he cut her off.
'Yeah?'
'Who's your co-worker?' He questioned the woman, putting his two hands on the table.
'I'm working alone.' The blue-eyed girl clenched.
'Really?'
'Mhh.' She confirmed, pretending she was drinking the poisoned water.
'You know what Houston? I think that know one of my oldest friends. A Mexican guy named Ernesto Danilo Spoon.' He affirmed, looking at her straight in the eyes.
Aly opened her mouth wide, she tried to grab her gun in her back but Moritz gave a punch on the table and metallics automatic handcuffs came out off the seat armrest, pressing her wrists so hard that she could feel her blood running through her veins.
'You can scream as loud as you want to, my maid left and the widows of that apartment don't let any sounds out.'
'Who the hell are you?' Aly grunted.
'Did you imagine that me, an ex-SID member I'd believe your stupid plan? You thought that I, I won't understand you went in my building during the night, that you stole my list of undercover agents?' He wickedly laughed, as he gave her a dirty look.
'That guy is insane.' The blondie told herself letting out a nervous chuckle.
'Excuse me? But what's funny here?' Moritz yelled, making Alyssa having a backward movement.
'No-Nothing...' She stuttered.
'I know everything about you...' he said, grabbing a gun. 'And you're gonna do everything I tell you to.'
Alyssa opened her eyes wide, noticing the weapon in his hand.
She ignored him, praying for him to forget she was here.
'Alyssa Jonshon, blonde, blue-eyed, 24 years old. You could be the lost child, right?'
'Bullshit!' She let out a burst of dry laughter. 'The lost girl never existed all these stories of the 4 Blood ties, the missing daughter... that's bullshit.' Aly declared, forgetting the fear.
'But you're not the missing child. You know her and whatever you feel about this woman, she's closer than you think...' He continued, ignoring Alyssa's speech.
'What do you mean?' The blue-eyed woman frowned.
'What if the lost child had lost one of her parents, or somehow she lost 'em both.' He smiled as he stood up, turning his back at her, looking thought the bay window.
Aly's head body to shake as she understood what Moritz meant...
'Wh... Who do you think she is then?' She said, overcome with the fear that he'd be right.
'I saw how you tried to hide your stress and fear, Alyssa. I saw how determined you are, I've heard about all the things you've done, all the shit that you've been in. You're capable of great things....' The DZ bank owner turned his eyes to meet hers. He walked towards the young woman and crouched down in front of her and put both hands on the armrests of the seat where she was trapped.
'What do you want from me?' She interrupted the German man.
'Join me, join us. The Other Side and the Colorado Agency are with me. We're gonna find it all, the 4 Blood ties, the lost child. If you join us you'll be able to find the thing to you always looked for.'

Meanwhile, Alyssa and Moritz were having a calm talk, James infiltrated the headquarters of beerth corp, he went through the back of the building, the place where the garbage was, he had earlier in the month, noticing a crack in the building that made it possible to easily enter the headquarters. The spy pushed the bin and used a saw laser to enter. He was in. James was in the forbidden area of Beerth Corp and didn't know the terrible things he was gonna face.
The room was dark and smelly, it felt like nobody went in there for years. James turned on the lamp of his cellphone, he turned around but didn't see anything. It was empty. Empty and cold. 'Couldn't be that simple...' he whispered. He put his tall hands in the wall, trying to find something, he wanted to find anything but not that thing...
He didn't have any other gadget than he's laser saw.
As he was giving small punches on the metallic wall, he noticed one of the plaques was making a different sound than the others. 'Weird.'
Jee seized his saw and burn the four screws, that were each corner of the plaque.
'Gotcha' the spy man thought as he put the plaque off the wall. James looked on the hole and the satisfied smile on his face disappeared, he was disgusted and shaking...
4... 4 was the number he counted. 4...
The Métis man took his phone and called Selena.
'Yeah?' She picked up the phone.
'I... I think we got a problem...'
'What's happening?' Dallas asked, worried.
'I found something compromising about Moritz.' James's voice was shaking.
'What's the point?' she questioned, crunching on the red Mexican pastry. 'You'll get back here soon !'
'You can't imagine who this guy truly is.'
'And what? Jee, get to the point !' Selena said, frightened.
'I... can't explain that.'
'What do you mean?' Selena frowned.
'I'm gonna send you everything I see.' He hung up, eyes wide. With a shaking hand, he took a picture of the terrible show that was offering to him.
He pressed the 'send' button and threw himself on the floor. James had seen millions of horror. Millions. But he never expected that.
Miles down, Selena opened James' message. Her black almond eyes printed the picture in her brain, she'll never forget. She let her phone and the plate of conchas down.
4, 4 was the number she counted. 4.
Alyssa was alone with this psycho, nobody knew what was gonna happen.