GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ɴɪɴᴛʜ 2/2

Chapter 29 ➵ Mortiz's secret 2/2

Spoon ran to Selena's office when he heard the sound of the plate breaking in a thousand pieces.
'Selena? You okay?' He worried.
Selena's eyes wide opened couldn't see anything except the 4 bloody bodies, slit throats, stabbed in the heart, strangled, or simply decapitated. She remembered the 4 corpses hanging from the ceiling, handcuffed, covered with coagulated blood, the trace of the hands-on the neck of the body of this naked woman; the head enthroned a few stupid centimeters away from the body of the man to whom she belonged. She saw the knife driven into the chest of that other woman dressed in a midnight blue satin dress, her hazel eyes, and thin mouth were still open, the facial expression of her pain was still imprinted on her face, soulless. She saw the third woman, bruised, murdered, her head tilted 90 degrees back, showing in the foreground the long, deep cut on her trachea.
The almond-eyed agent, walked, eyes still wide to the door, ignoring for the very first time the old man standing in front of her.
'Selena?' Danilo repeated.
Selena continued to walk, followed by her boss's eyes. He thought she just didn't want to talk to him, again, but all she was thinking about at the moment was the file Zayn shown her a few weeks ago. What if he was right... 'They both worked in the same service, they both disappeared in the same mission, in the same day!' Zayn's words repeated in her head, with the terrible image she was able to quit. Her head started to shake as much as her hands, she grabbed -with difficulties- her cellphone and texted Zayn. 'You were right about our parents.' when the message was sent her phone started to ring she picked up the call:
'Selena? What's happening?' The Pakistani yelled, worried.
'I...Mo... Alyssa's in danger...' Selena struggled to announce.
'What? What the fuck is happening in there ?!' He repeated as loud as he could.
'She... call J-' She couldn't end her sentence, all her strength was gone, she felt her phone falling down, at the same moment her body collapsed and hit the ground.

After he sent a few messages, Zayn called Alyssa. "Answer... Answer... Answer." he whispered.
"Hello, welcome to my voicemail, I'm busy at the moment. Leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can.." Aly's voice said.
Zayn threw his phone on the wall and grabbed the key of his car. "Swear to god, imma kill this dumbass," he told himself, trying in vain to keep his cool and to not break anything else.
The man went down his garage and picked up one of his brand cars, as soon as he could he drove through the strip and finally arrived at the LAS airport.

James finally regained his senses and pulled off the wall another plaque, he entered in the smelly room and walked behind the dead body. Trying to not touch anything. Overwhelmed by disgusted and choked mixed feelings, he noticed an old-dark-wood office, he took a tissue in his pocket and opened the drawer.
'What?' He whispered, confused.
Still, with the tissue, he grabbed the brown envelope in the only drawer if this office.
James let his tissue down and opened the mysterious wrapper, he let down the sleeve just like his tissue and felt even more confused. The 28-years old man had in his hands printed photos of people he didn't know.
He looked at them all and noticed some of these photos were crossed out with a red cross.
He held a picture, a crossed-out one, close to the floor, where the head was standing. It was the exact same person. A few moments after that, he realized, the person in the crossed-out pictures were dead, they have been killed. James swallowed as he kept scrolling through the photos, the last one came, it was an old woman, she had grey hair, tied up in a messy bun, she had black lashes and these golden eyes. James didn't know who she was, but wondered 'Why would Moritz kill an old woman?' He grabbed his tissue, the envelope, and put back the photos in the brown paper. He closed the drawer, but his eyes focused on the back of it. It was obvious, he put the envelope in the table and put the drawer off the office, there was a false bottom. A false bottom hiding a simple file.
The Club Delux's agent opened it and discover a list of names, girl's name, the first ones were crossed out. 'Why would he hide name lists, instead of the photos of the people he killed and wants to kill?' James was still confused, so much that he almost forgot he was plunging into something he shouldn't. He stopped thinking when he read her name. He wasn't crossed out but was the next one on the list.
'Holy shit...'
James took a picture of the envelope and then the name list. He put back everything where he found it and got out of here as soon as possible.

When he was out of the building, with too many shreds of evidence accusing Moritz of being a murderer, obsessed with women, Jee called his boss, who didn't pick up the call.
'Spoon, you gotta make sure Selena Dallas's safe, she will explain you what I found. Don't call Zayn, if he comes he's gonna blow his cover, and we still need it. Send me Mike Parson, I need someone I trust in here. Imma send you the report tonight.' He hung up the phone.

Selena opened her eyes.
'What the fuck?' She murmured.
'Selena, you up?' A voice she still didn't want to hear asked.
'What are you doing here Da...nilo?'
'You collapsed, you're at the hospital.' He said as he turned his head to her.
'Ok. I'm fine now, you can get back to your work.' She raised her eyes to heaven.
'No, one day off won't matter, you need me here.'
'No... I swear you should be back, I'm fine and...' she swallowed, knowing she had to say it 'I won't be mad at you...'
'Selena, I think I abandoned you too many times.'The old man sighed.
'Ok... you're way too stubborn!' She laughed. 'Seriously. When did you last check your phone?'
'This morning...' Spoon answered.
'Please, if you really wanna help me, go to work... it's fine.'
'Sure?'
'Yeah.' The almond-eyed woman concluded.
She waited for him to be out of her hospital room.
Selena took her phone and dialed his number:
'Remember when we pretended to be a married couple to help each other out?'
'Oh god...'
'You still have the fake IDs?' She asked.
'Course I do!'
'I need you to help me out right now.' Dallas ordered.
'Where you at? Her old friend said.
'Horizon Specialty Hospital, room 239.'
'Wait... why are you there?' The man worried.
'I just collapsed! Be fast we gotta be in Boston as fast as possible!'
'I'm here in 15 minutes. Be ready.' He hung the call.
15 minutes afterward, as he promised, Selena's fake husband's helicopter was flying above the medical center. A scale hit the widow of her room.
'C'mon Dallas...' she whispered as she got out of her bed, she walked towards the door of her room, turned her back to the window and ran straight in it. The glass broke in thousand of pieces each of these thin pieces of glass were scratching her satiny skin. She grabbed the scale and finally went up in the helicopter.
'Nice to see ya, Mikey.'