Jake took a sip off his cup and looked uninterested by whatever was getting her rather disturbed.
“I might need to leave soon… I have a lot to do at home before resuming work this morning”, Jake attempted to excuse himself. “More so, there is a lot to get considering… “.
Sarah nodded and helped complete his statement. “The Captain’s death”.
Jake nodded and slowly began getting himself dressed. Sarah remained silent, watching him intensely and barely breaking her gaze the entire time through.
“Jake”, she called out.
Jake looked up slowly at the lady standing by the window.
Approaching with her robe partly opened and doing well to reveal her breasts, Sarah found herself a sitting spot by his side and her arm rounding his shoulder. “Have you gotten any news from the forensics about the Captain’s death?”
Jake weighed is response before giving it. “I should get something in a few days but there wasn’t really anything suspicious in the house… the killer was pretty careful this time around”.
She seemed to let out a soft sigh but he wasn’t sure as he finished with his pants and tied his shoes.
***
It’s been three days since Alex came crawling up his fire escape and feeling his backside threatened to stiffen as he sat in wait for the one man who apparently could grant him answers to the questions that plagued him, Sean stared at his watch for the umpteenth time.
“You better not be playing me Mark!” he fumed underneath his breath.
Sean recognized the room he had been ushered into by Mark’s secretary; the black room. The room where everything they said was under abject secrecy and nobody outside the walls could ever hear or at least where no recordings or technology of sorts could work. He had brought up the idea of having such rooms built with jammers and anti-communication rooms within the CIA.
Watching the door open slowly and the black suited man walk in with the most uncomfortable grin across his face told Sean how much of a shocker he was about to get.
“I’m really sorry Sean”, were the first words Mark let out from his mouth.
He wasn’t one for apologies but hearing one from him meant he had messed up big and Sean braced himself to find out just by how much.
Pulling out a seat for himself, Mark rested his hands on the table and sighed. “Two years ago, during your marital issues, Susan came up to me seeking a way out… in fact, with a presumable way out for her”.
Silent and willing to take it all in without missing a single word, Sean couldn’t believe how calm he was as the man rambled on about his discrepancies in action.
“In fact, she found a way out already when she came in here to tell me”, he continued. “She found a cold case and one with the potential of having a serial killer’s hands all over it”.
“A cold case? What cold case?” he asked.
Mark rested into his chair and rubbed his temple. “One about a serial killer going after prostitutes which the police didn’t really link until she found out her cousin had been abducted working in the red district zone”.
The words smacked him right hard in the face and sent him jetting up from his seat in disbelief. “You sent Susan undercover into a possible serial killer case when you know how she can get with commitments she gets herself into?”
Recalling just how much of a workaholic Susan would be when chasing a lead on any case, he would have turned her away from the particular case or even gagged her with an order had he been Mark and she came running to him.
“I felt Luke would watch out for her… he was meant to keep her in line if she was getting herself too worked up or getting too deep in the case and obsessive about it”, Mark replied. “All I know is, he kept telling me everything was fine and that she was perfect”.
Snorting derisively and shaking his head, Sean rammed his fist into the chair. “Of course… he was sleeping with her, why wouldn’t everything be fucking peachy?”
Seemingly flabbergasted by the news, Mark continued to stare at Sean.
Noting the look of ignorance on the man’s face, Sean couldn’t help himself laughing in mock. “He pulled one over your eyes didn’t he?”
It wasn’t a good feeling and it definitely didn’t breed a lot of trust between two friends working in such organization built around trust and respect. Mark rubbed his temple and began to sweat uncomfortably. He rubbed his eyes next and lowered his head while trying to avoid eye contact with Sean.
“I never knew”, Mark confessed. “That sly bastard!”
Sean smiled and quickly wiped the expression off of his face immediately.
“I… I will help you… “, Mark got up from his seat looking dejected.
Sean rested into his seat and sighed aloud.
“I will help you with whatever you need to solve this case”, Mark tried to assure him.
Sean felt there was more to everything than they were looking at. All he needed was the right angel and he felt things were bound to fall into line for sure. The problem associated with such cases was getting a break and he couldn’t help but wonder what sort of break his wife had caught that made her get killed. The same issue might have gotten Luke killed as well and it sickened his stomach deeply as he sat to recount his thoughts.
Mark sighed, looked away and began scratching his head. His mood soon became restless and he could barely cast a definite gaze upon Sean.
“Well, this is what happens when you guys decide to carry out things behind my back”, Sean got to his feet and walked towards the door.
Mark raised his hand and upped himself from the seat, “I swear it to you that we never knew what was going on… she asked for the assignment and we obliged and she seemed happy the entire time through and even sent some bunch
