Two of a kind

Chapter three

'Spies lies,
Twists and turns.
Find my name,
With what burns.'

Bobby was puzzled as to what that meant then began his long walk back to the hotel he had been staying in while on his trip. His room was lavished and filled to the brim with light and trinkets. A single bed was in the centre and it seemed to take almost no space from how small it was.

"Find my name with what burns? Does it mean fire? Maybe heat. Oh invisible ink, it must be,"

Bobby raged through his baggy pockets and found the note again. He then ransacked his pockets again for any sort of lighter. A single, strange new lighter appeared and fell from his pocket info his line of sight. He rushedly picked up the strange trinket and hurried to light it. Once he had he sheepishly held the note above the flame and watched the letters shit and change some even disappearing to reveal a small line of four letters.

'A.B.J.K'

Bobby tried to double check the note and realised he had his answer but not how he had imagined it. Initials on the paper were then written onto the back of Bobby's hand as he ran to the new address he was given. Out of breath and limbs aching he found that his destination was an empty plot of land.

"Erm. A.B.J.K. What am I doing this is ridiculous." Walking away in defeat something tugged Bobby backwards and dragged him to what felt like a plump and lush cushioned chair.

"So you are a smart one. Pretty quick as well. Well I guess my story can continue but only after a little game." Abis sweet voice chimed as she tied Bobby's arms to the chair and came into view with her fedora ascew and about to fall off.

Her devilish grin didn't fit her fourteen year old face and seemed to twist and warp her features to look almost animalistic.

"Now how about cards?"