Chapter 9
Sky POVI pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen.
Call from Jerome Aceti.
Perfect timing Jerome. What would I do without this guy?
I gave Ty a look and he nodded setting his head on my shoulder. I brought the phone up my ear away from him and answered.
"Hello?"
"Adam it's after one in the God damn morning. Where are you?" Jerome asked in a fake concerned voice. This was all an act you see to get me away from the situation.
"I'm still at the.." I felt Ty's lips began to move along my neck again again and I had to take a breathe, "The Whiskey Tap. I'm just leaving the whiskey tap." He was quiet for a second.
"Can he hear me?"
"No I'm fine. I don't need a driver." I honestly couldn't let Ty know Jerome knew I was here. Fuck Jerome still thought I was at the whiskey tap.
"Alright...what time will you be home? Mitch is coming over and he plans on force watching the Harry Potter movies this weekend." My eyes fluttered closed.
"Mhm yeah.." I almost moaned out loud. Ty's kisses had moved from my neck down along my chest. God damn it.
"Adam? Fifteen minutes." Jerome exclaimed then hung up.
"T-Ty." I stammered shivering. He looked up at me, "I gotta go. Jerome's waiting for me to come back." He frowned and sat up.
"Fine. I'm in America for a month and I'll be damned if we don't finish this before I return to Europe." I stood up and grabbed my shirt off the floor pulling it on and buttoning up.
"I'll make sure we finish this." I exclaimed and I think I meant it, "promise." He lounged back.
"I'll hold you to that promise. But for now. Good Bye Adam." I fixed my sleeves and leaned foreword pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
"Good Bye Ty." I showed myself out and followed the path I memorized out of the building. It occurred to me that right there I had no way of getting home. My car was at the whiskey tap.
Fuck. I was gonna have to call Jerome wasn't I? I was gonna ruin all this shit wasn't I?
"Here." I spun around in time to get hit in the chest with a small key ring and catch it before it hit the floor.Bodil stood in front of me his arms crossed.
"Ah thanks?" He grinned. "Why are you giving me this?"
"You need a vechile and you make my partner happy. Take it before I change my mind." I smiled.
"Thanks Bodil."
"Get out of here before I call the dogs out." I laughed and headed for the car climbing in the front seat and taking off out threw the gates.
---Le time skip of Skylox---
"It's about time you got home! And where the hell did you get a black jaguar?" Jerome asked the minute I pulled into the driveway. Turns out my car had been towed from the whiskey tap so I said screw it and drove this here.
"Don't worry about it. Does Mitchell have his laptop?" I asked getting out of the car and locking it.
Jerome and I shared a house. It was small but nice and Mitchell came over quite a lot as did Tyler. It was a simple two bedroom house with a small kitchen and a medium sized living room.
"Hey dood!" Mitchell called out when we walked into the house. He was lounged on the couch his laptop in hand. Of course he was dressed in his usual clothes since he refused to wear a suit at work. It consisted of a black and red checkered hoodie with a white shirt underneath, a pair of Jeans with slight rips in the knees and his golden dog tags around his neck. Don't ask me how this teen stuck in a grown mans body landed a job in the FBI.
"I need you to look up a name." I ordered kicking off my shoes and kicking them under the coat rack. "Tyler Ellis. Anything and everything you can find on him."
He saluted me like an idiot and went away typing. It didn't take him more than roughly thirty seconds to come up with results.
"Ah are you sure this is right Adam?" I walked over and plopped down next to him.
"Yeah I am. Why?"
"Tyler Ellis died 30 years ago."
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