AMELIA POV
I'm. So. Bored.
So irrevocably and unbelievably BORED.
Laying atop the slanted roof of an abandoned garage, just a backyard away from the Parker's home, I sat, twiddling my thumbs.
The same place I have sat for the past week. Waiting for Parker to reveal himself. To show his true colours. To unmask the horror of some illegal and violent deals he is undoubtedly involved in.
But all the past days have uncovered is that Mr Parker leads the most boring life possibly known to man.
Other than a not-so-surprising affair with his assistant, Mr Parker has remained completely mundane.
Swinging up to a seated position, I watch as Mr and Mrs Parker leave for the night, dressed to the nines, and enter a tinted limo. Having noticed the scheduled gala occurring tonight I presumed that was their destination.
My eyes trail back to the wealthy mansion, eyeing the opulence of the structure. This may be my one opportunity to search his office.
I scale my way down the shed walls, gripping the colour-bond. I dash across the lawn, careful to hide myself from the prying views of neighbours.
Having already profiled the house, I move to the rear end of the building. Using the pipe that scales the three stories as leverage, my core muscles tighten as I haul myself nimbly up the walls. A window that always remains open to allow for the spring breeze, assists in my access to the third floor.
Landing. crouched down on silent feet, I take a moment to survey my surroundings.
I'm in what appears to be a reading room, with a lavish leather chair situated near a larger window, the light streaming through and dancing colours across the rug.
Bookshelves line the walls, stretching far until it meets the roof. Cushions lay discarded by the window seat along the left wall. A cosy room, in such contrast to the stark sophistication of the other rooms.
I begin my search, scanning the bookshelves, testing creaky floorboards, checking for secret departments in every draw or cupboard. Just as I finish the lavish reading room and move toward the hallway, I hears a distinctive voice from the staircase.
"Mum? You home?"
A boy yells out, thumping against the stairs as he ascends toward me. Dammit!
I quickly close the door, concealing myself in the room and only leaving the slightest crack open to see who has arrived.
A boy passes by, walking down the hallway. I catch a glimpse of chocolate brown hair sitting upon a quite handsome face with tanned skin. Not being able to catch much more, I move slightly, adjusting my vision through the small crack.
With only the back of his head in view I watches him scan a room, presumably where he expects his mother to be, before he sighs and moves further down the hall.
He enters a room and shuts the door. I can just hear the whisper of a lock sliding into place.
Who is he? Parker's son? How in all my days of watching the Parker's hadn't I noticed a son? Where had he been?
Not having time to debate, and my search now interrupted, I decide it's time to make an escape.
Slowly I slides the door open, carefully exiting on silent feet. Ensuring not a sound or whisper can be heard in fear of alerting the boy. But even whilst I scale the hall and staircase, stealthily moving toward the front door, I can't help thinking of that boy.
In my daze, I don't notice the golden retriever panting in the living room. As I reach the ground floor the dog bounces up and runs toward me, barking at my presence.
My eyes widen, a spike of adrenaline rushes through my veins as I run to the dog and land on my knees. "Shhh it's ok. Shhh" Attempting to pacify the loud creature, and scratching behind his ears, he never ceases his bark.
Suddenly I hear that honey tone of the boy again, "Tommy! Stop barking" and the thunder of his steps as he nears.
Tommy sprints toward him, bounding up the stairs and I take this as my queue to go. Back on my feet I sprint toward the door, swings it open and swiftly, yet quietly close it again.
I then sprint toward the tallest tree and jumps, scaling the trunk. Only once I had reached a branch covered in foliage does the front door open again. A panting, handsome boy and a raucous dog in tow, still barking.
"Tommy stop it!" He kneels down, petting and attempting to subdue the pup. Once satisfied that he's finally quietened down, the boy looks up and scans the yard.
I scan his face, noting the slightest twitch of his nose and the glint of sunlight blazing within his hazel eyes. The brown orbs now alight in the sun.
Paired with his chiselled face and kind, handsome features he appears to be 'the boy next door'.
His inquisitive eyes seem satisfied there is nothing on the lawn and with one last belly scratch for Tommy, he stands up and walks back inside.
The second he fades from view, reality crashes in.
Stupid, stupid, STUPID. I have never been that sloppy before. Never been so distracted or foolish. I risked the entire mission.
But even with all my self-criticism, I can't seem to prevent my mind from wondering.
Who was that boy?
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