Chapter 195: One Left (1/2)
”He didn't put a hit on me,” I told him. The challenging rise of his brow sent a spike of anger through me. ”He's not like you,” I attacked. That seemed to throw him off his track, only if for a moment or so. He recovered quickly, giving me a glare and then stepping closer to grab my shoulder.
”We can talk on our way. Where are you staying?” he asked me, a sudden change overcame him. The glare, which was still in place, was accompanied with the tone of firm concern.
”I would be an idiot to reveal my shelter to you.”
”Your location has been compromised already, from what I understand. No point hiding,” he said smugly. All I heard was, 'Yes, you are an idiot, then.'
I ground my teeth together but said nothing.
I checked my phone silently, and let him guide me. I might have mumbled the name of the hotel I was currently hiding in. He had shaken his head and chuckled.
”You're in plain sight!” I didn't understand why he would find that amusing.
”Sometimes, no one looks at the most obvious places-”
”Obviously, that didn't work out well for you,” he snickered, but then he turned stoic. ”Who is it?” he asked gruffly, probably knowing the answer.
”You're in a good mood all of a sudden,” I muttered gruffly, evading the question. I pressed the cell phone to my ear and let it ring. I had received an awful lot of missed calls from Jacob. I could only imagine what he would want to tell me about the situation. A little insight into why I'm being dragged out and shot out would have been nice, though.
”Hi,” I breathed into the cell phone awkwardly.
”I have been calling you for so long!” Jacob replied, frantically. ”I thought they got to you already.”
”Fortunately for me, they didn't. And we speak again...”
”Listen... I really didn't know that someone put a hit on you,” he apologized.
”I know, don't worry about it. This is why I asked you to change the policy on the skimming system. One of these days you're going to receive a hit on the President and you won't be able to do anything to stop an agent from fulfilling the mission. You don't want the bad word; change the procedure as fast as you can.”
”Yes,” he breathed. ”Listen, Rodriquez Francis put the hit on you.” I stopped, suddenly, shocked by the revelation.
”Why would he do that?” I asked.
”He is taking over, and trying to not make the situation hostile. The only way that can happen is if the murderer gets done away with. They saw you, so you are the target.” I sighed in frustration.
”This is so tiring,” I growled. ”How many?” I asked indignantly.