8 No Offense (1/2)

I exited the mansion in haste, prepared to call the chief and finalize all plans. I needed more rules, hard boundaries and some personal details checked up before I got into anything.

I was sitting on my sofa with my laptop and doing some research on Anthony Murray when a wild chat popped up on the screen out of nowhere.

'Who is this dumba.s.s? Why is he using a Gmail account to chat with me?'

[JH212: Wa.s.sup?]

Really? This had what he had come down to? I smiled at the screen and thought before I replied.

[MV: Are you kidding me? Are you still roleplaying Justin Beiber?]

[MV: When will your Belieber phase pa.s.s?]

[MV: Am I missing the joke?]

His reply was quick.

[JH212: That time of the month?]

Hunt had been my playmate since we were in diapers. He'd been the one who warded off the bullies in elementary school and followed me to boarding school when my father abandoned me. Billy had been ecstatic that his son, Jacob Hunt had taken such a decision.

He was been young when his mother pa.s.sed away, and it had a strong impact on him. He was extremely protective of those he loved and he loved me like a sister.

His friends.h.i.+p meant a lot. He had been there when my mother died. He had helped me train. He was a born fighter; watching him maneuver weapons like a magician performed magic tricks was one of my greatest delights when we were training. I had learned a lot from him, and he had learned a lot from me.

[MV: Har har. Very funny.]

[JH212: Heard about your new case…]

[MV: Oh.]

[JH212: That's all you have to say?]

[MV: What else?]

[JH212: Aren't you excited?]

[MV: Yup.]

[JH212: I'll visit you sometime. Miss you.]

[MV: Gotta go! Duty calls.]

[JH212: Daddy Dearest? :D]

[MV: Have some respect for your father!]

[**212: Bye. ;)]

My phone came to life. The call was from a private number. I picked it up and waited for the other person to speak.

”Mia, you are wanted at the headquarters in thirty minutes.”

And the phone went dead.

'Why do I have to go to the headquarters again?' I groaned.

'h.e.l.lo, work pressure.'

I thought I was going to sit on my laptop and have a nice evening stalking people, but h.e.l.l no… They just had to ruin my plans.

It took me ten minutes to dress formally and reach my car. And then I drove like a maniac—traffic rules be d.a.m.ned.