A week ago, I gave Agent Warner the surveillance equipment I found, after making a copy of course. So, imagine my surprise when I’m informed by the news that the former Deputy Director was dead, shot to death execution style.
The news anchor reports, “The department, initially, thought he was doing an investigation, but after they received an incriminating video of the Deputy Director shooting at a, now deceased, fellow agent whose name was not released, they found that to be untrue. He was quickly relieved of his duties pending further investigation. He was found shot dead late last night and more evidence was unsurfaced revealing that Deputy Director Owens was directly responsible for the death of the Agent formally mentioned, pumping him full of heroin causing his overdoes. This story is tragic, John. So much corruption...”
I slowly sat on the couch. It felt surreal. I wasn’t sure how to feel. I was in shock. I wasn’t expecting this. I was relieved that my brother was finally vindicated and that my family would know what I knew all along; he wasn’t a junkie.
“What’s up, man.” Damion plopped on the couch next to me. I quickly shut off the television making it very obvious that something was up.
“Nothing. Have you seen Emery?”
“She has that book signing thing at the bookstore tonight so she won’t be back until later tonight.”
“Okay. I have to go.” I rushed to my car while dialing Agent Warner’s number. He picked up after several rings. “We need to talk.”
“Give me a half an hour.”
I raced through traffic to our usual meeting spot, waiting impatiently for him to show. I was pissed he didn’t tell me what was going on with Owens. Nathan was my brother. The room seem to get smaller by the minute. A few seconds later the door swung open and the question flew out of my mouth. “Did you do this?” I snarl.
“Kill him? Did you kill Owens?”
“No. Owens killed himself.” He sighed deeply and leaned against the small desk. I waited for an explanation to his bizarre statement. “Owens was fired. He was desperate and went to Demetrius for some quick cash to leave the country. I may have mention to one of his customers that Owens was a cop that was trying to take down his operations. I guess Demetrius didn’t take to kindly to that.”
“Why would you do that? Why didn’t you just leave him to spend the rest of his days in prison?”
“He would have fled! I couldn't risk it.”
I looked dead into his eyes. “I don’t know how to feel about all this. I mean I’m happy that my brother’s name was cleared, but now someone else is dead.”
“Yeah. Someone dangerous. That’s the job, catch the bad guy.”
“Catch him. Not get him killed. It’s just...it’s still hard to swallow.”
“It always is, kid. Look, I have to go, but I just wanted to let you know there’s always a job waiting for you.”
I nodded my head as he walked away. “Hey, Warner.”
“That’s Special Agent Warner to you." He smirked.
I chuckled then quickly became serious. “You were his handler, weren’t you? Nathan's?”
“Yeah, but that’s a story for another day. I’ll be in touch and keeping tabs on you.” With that, he was gone. Never thought I’d see this day.
The cool night air blew my hair into my face as I walk with my arms wrapped around myself to warm up. I didn’t think it was going to cool down this much since it was so hot this morning which swayed my decision to walk to work so I can save gas. The walk wasn’t very far, but the chill made it seem a lot longer. Suddenly, I felt something tap my head. Then again and again. The tap turned into a full-on pour of rain which made it extremely difficult to see where I was walking. My clothes and hair was soaked. After such a long work night, I just wanted to go home without any obstacles, but no. It just had to rain.
I continued down the road until a pair headlights blinded me, halting my steps. I prayed that it wasn’t a psycho murderer coming to end my already shitty life. I mean, I don’t want to die, but at this point nothing surprises me anymore. The lights shut off and I can see the vehicle a lot clearer now. My heart was beating into my throat before I even saw the driver who stepped out, lingering at the open door, cautious of getting too close.
“I thought you might need a ride.” I just stood there dumbfounded, while the rain continued to soak me. I couldn’t move, gaping at him. I didn’t know what to say. “Emery?”
I shook my head. “I’m good.” I knew better than to get in the car with him. I was still vulnerable and my feelings for him still lingered. Close contact with him might have me falling for that trap again.
“Emery.” The way he said my name made an electrical warmth flow through my shivering body all the way to my core causing me to soak in a whole other way. He still affected me, making my body yearn for him. “It’s raining and you’re going to get sick. Just get in so we can go home.”
I jumped at the rumbling thunder and started to push my pride aside. I eyed him suspiciously, slowly making my way to his jeep. I opened the door and hopped in, giving him a stern look. “Home?"
He nodded at me before driving off down the street. I kept my attention on the rain drops pelting the passenger side window. I tried to keep my mind off the man sitting beside me.
"So, how are classes going?"
"Um...They're going okay." I cleared my throat. I refocused my attention back on the window just in time to see him drive right past our house.
"Lewis, you just passed the-"
"I know. I thought we could go somewhere and talk."
My heart begin to beat frantically in my chest. I could deal with a couple minutes alone with him, but I didn't want to talk to him. "Lewis, there's nothing left to say."
"Dammit, Emery!" He pulled the car to a stop. "It's not about me. I'm worried about you."
"No need. I'll walk home." I slammed the door and stormed off towards the direction of the house. We were near the soccer playing field. The walk was longer than it would have been if I'd just walked home and it was still pouring down.
"Emery! Emery, just wait!" He grabbed my arm and whirled me around to face him.
"Why! What more can you say!"
"What? You what?"
In the blink of an eye, his lips were pressed to mine, warming my whole body. My lips begin to tingle from the way his caress mine. It felt just like a movie. Then I felt like I ran into a brick wall. I pushed at his hard chest.
"No!" I hit his chest with my fist. "No! You don't get to do this! You don't get to use me because you know I'm vulnerable."
"Isn't that what you're letting Roman do? Use you."
"Look, I wasn't trying to get you out here to talk about how much I love you. I still do, but I wanted to warn you."
"Warn me? Are you threatening me?"
"No! Of course not!" He breathed heavily. "Ali came into my room the other night-"
"I don't want to hear about your rendezvous with you girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend! God, Emery! Get it through you thick skull. I only want you! But, I can't have you." His voice cracked at the end. It broke my heart. He looked at the ground, sniffling. "I just wanted to tell you that she, uh, she came in my room and she was dressed like you."
"What?" I was so confused.
"Can I explain in the car? Please? I won't try anything."
I contemplated it for a second, curiosity getting the better of me. We got back into the jeep and I gave him my undivided attention, careful to keep my back pressed to the door, as far away from him as possible.
He looked at his lap. "She had on a blonde wig that looked just like your hair. She had these fake tattoos all on her arms. She kept saying 'I want to be her for you.' I'm worried she's gone off the deep end."
"Well, you slept with her and gave her hope so that sounds like a personal problem to me."
"I know you're angry with me, but just be careful."
"I can take care of myself. Now, can we go."
He shook his head at my unreasonableness to heed his warning. "Fine."
Oh, how I wish I wasn't so stubborn and would have listened, but all I could think about was them sleeping together.