Chapter 130 - Spiked Again? (1/2)

Halia remembered at that moment that Jackson had been extradited by Interpol. Was he helping Interpol? Did they offer him a reduced sentence for his help?

But, then again, how did he know that she was SPU?

Halia thought about her bracelet and the secret room in Jackson's apartment; she thought about the surveillance equipment, the burner phones, and the USB stick that contained information on corrupt police...

Suddenly, a more likely answer came to her mind. How was she so stupid to not figure it out earlier?

”Jackson's not your boyfriend, is he?” she asked Amelie nervously. If this was true, then everything suddenly made sense; that's why Jackson said Amelie would understand his actions the previous night.

Amelie laughed and picked up a folded nightgown. ”No, he's not...”

She then put the nightgown back down and said casually, ”...he's my colleague.”

Halia looked at the woman in surprise.

Colleague?

If she was Interpol, then...

...Jackson was Interpol too!

”Does that mean the two of you are here for a mission?” Halia asked.

Amelie smiled. This silly woman finally knew who her boyfriend really was.

”No, we are holding a private investigation,” Amelie replied.

”What investigation?”

”I saw you look at Jackson's scar last night,” Amelie raised an eyebrow. ”I guess you must have seen his body before and noticed something was different.”

Halia quickly blushed, ”It's not what you think.”

Amelie stared into Halia's eyes with seriousness, ”Jackson was shot in the chest when we were in France. That's why we are here.”

Halia looked at Amelie in surprise. Shot in the chest? Was it serious?

”I know you have a lot of questions, but I'll let him explain the rest to you when he gets the chance. I simply dragged you out here because I don't want Jackson to be distracted anymore. What he did in the elevator today could have compromised all of us,” Amelie sighed. ”Now that you know what is going on, please be careful from now on.”

Halia nodded her head as she watched Amelie walk over to the counter.

After saying what she wanted to say, Amelie purchased a set of lingerie. After all, someone was watching and their act needed to be convincing. The two women then left the store like normal customers.

After a few seconds, the man waiting outside quickly started following them again without any suspicion.

When the two women returned to the bar, the two men were clinking glasses and laughing. Emerson was on his third glass of wine while Jackson was already on his fourth glass of whiskey.