DUNCAN
It's been a half hour since the gala ended and over two hours since I saw her. My skin crawls thinking of her in another man's arms. I need her. My phone dings from the wardrobe, and I open the text window.
Maya
Going to be late. Something has come up.
Me
Where are you? I'm on my way.
Maya
No. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Me
Is everything okay?
She doesn't respond again and I'm left wondering what is going on. An hour later I've had enough and open another text screen.
Me
Need a DC address for Maya Aaron.
Timothy
Just a second.
Five minutes later my phone is ringing.
"Timothy, you could've textedit to me."
"Big Guy, I don't know what you're up to, but you just had me pinged by the FBI. Who the bloody hell is this lass?"
"What do you mean?"
"I searched her address as you requested and the next thing I know the FBI is trying to hack into my system. I led them on a hunt, but they will still know that someone in London searched her information. Is she an operative or under FBI protection?"
"No. Thanks, man."
"I've got to report this to the Bossman."
"Bloody hell, okay, I'll explain tomorrow. I gotta go."
I pace the room for a few minutes and decide to walk down to the bar. I'm just ordering my drink when my phone goes off again with multiple texts.
Joshua
You will be explaining to me later why Timothy hacked information I could've given you.
I ignore him; I can deal with him tomorrow. The next text is more important to me.
Maya
I will be there in 20 minutes. Need to change.
Me
