Mission Impossible

Chapter 58 ~ Grief, Anger, Acceptance

HARRY'S POV

Nothing felt right.

Climbing back into the car that night didn't feel right. Driving home didn't feel right. Not even letting my mother hug me as she saw my grief stricken face, felt right.

I could hear her asking me if I was okay, but I didn't respond. I couldn't.

We stood there awhile, not talking, until she brought me back up to my childhood bed and essentially tucked me in. Like a child. I could tell she was worried about me, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her. I wasn't even sure if anything I could say would put her mind at ease. To let her know if it would all be okay. Because I didn't know if it would be.

My phone buzzed, and my first thought was to rush and pick it up, because maybe it was news on Clara. But now none of that mattered.

Still, I lifted my head up and looked at my phone, to see a text from Rain. I knew I needed to check in with her. I should have done so already. Knowing that, I picked up my phone and read the text from Director Rain.

"I rushed the results from the lab. Walker's fingerprints were found on a cork screw from the house. This of course, doesn't confirm anything, but it's a step in the right direction.

Vanderbilt told me the mission went well. Get some sleep, and we'll talk in the morning."

Again, my first thought was to run outside and continue my search for Clara. This was proof. But I had also just seen proof confirming the opposite. And yet, my mind swarmed with doubt.

It had been about 19 hours since we swept the house for prints, so what was the chance they had escaped, relocated, and ran another mission in that time? Then again, that fingerprint could have been old. Then again, would Zayn be as careless to leave evidence behind? Then again, they were in a hurry. Then again, what was the chance that both Clara and Zayn forgot to clean up evidence? Then again, they probably touched that whole house. Can't wipe it all down. Then again, what were the chances that Zayn would allow Clara access to a weapons. Then again, it's entirely possible that they have....patched up their rocky relationship, and trust is no longer an issue.

Then again, I could be an absolute idiot, sitting here and coming up with theories when the simple, obvious, and only truth, was that Clara was dead.

CLARA'S POV

The car pulled up to a fancy gate, black and spiked, yet classy. Behind the house was a large lawn, with a gorgeous garden filled with flowers and bushes, and a few trees. Beyond that was a large stone house, it's beige color causing the colors from the garden to pop even more. In short, it was beautiful.

Damian slowly pulled up to the gate and rolled down the window, popping his head out of the window and showing his face to a camera. Shortly after, the gates slowly swung back, allowing us access into the gated property as the car rolled up the cobblestone driveway towards the house.

"This is pretty fancy for a safe house," I remarked as I looked around, noting how usually it's best to stay under the radar, and this house was anything but.

"Well, it's not really a safe house," Zayn said, causing me to raise an eyebrow. "It's a house, that happens to be very, very safe."

"Who's house is this, Zayn?" I asked him.

"Maxwell Batoff's," Damian said as we slowed to a stop in front of the estate. I wasn't angry, or scared, or really anything I think they thought I would be feeling. I was just...uncomfortable. I already felt like I was being babysat, and now the watchful gaze was increased ten fold as we moved in with Zayn's boss.