CHAPTER THREE : THE VISIT
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Yvonne immediately got up when she realized it was 9a.m. Why did the alarm decide to wake her this late? She was nearly hurrying to the washroom when something entered her thoughts. It's Sunday. She is off duty. She fell back to the bed with a satisfactory sigh. Being a cop is fun and everything but being off duty once in a while is significantly more fun.
"What am I going to do today?" She pondered..She was pulled out of her thoughts by her ringing phone. Her eyes were half shut so she didn't see the caller ID clearly.
She picked the call and talked. "Detective Yvonne speaking."
"You punk!" Yvonne's eyes flew open. She brought the phone down from her ear. Holy cow! It's her father.
"Heeey dad."
"Why the hell are you bent on killing me, huh? Why?!"
"Dad, calm down. What's up?
"What's up? My blood pressure, brat! You're really asking me that? You know what you did, you rascal! What? An assassin case?" Yvonne sighed. She knew it! It couldn't be anything other than this.
"Dad I..."
"Please! Kindly quit doing this to me! Your mom was raced to the emergency clinic subsequent to hearing the news."
"Dad..."
Yvonne was beginning to feel regretful. She always tried to avoid stressing her parents.
"Yvonne, please! Quit doing this. Would you like it if we lost you, huh?"
"Dad, don't make statements like that."
"You're making me make statements like that! You make me stress constantly. I left a ten million dollar deal to visit you, Yvonne."
"What do you mean visit me?"
"Come open your gate." Yvonne heard a vehicle horn as her father said that. It's impossible that he's here, right? Yvonne surged out of her room. At the point when she went out, she could hear the horn louder. He's here. He's really here!She opened the gate for him. Yvonne was astonished to see her mom in the vehicle as well. Her father never referenced she was with him.
"Mum.." Yvonne called as her mom got out of the vehicle. Without a word, she went into the house. Yvonne could feel the heat of her rage. Gosh! She's in deep trouble. Why the heck is she off duty today?
***
Yvonne fiddled with her fingers as her mom sipped her hot tea. There's nothing more terrifying to Yvonne than her mom's quietness. She would prefer her to shout at her than being quiet.
"Mum..."
"You're not going on that mission." Mr. Smith, Yvonne's father, said harshly.
"You know I can't do that, dad."
"You can't do what?!" Mrs Smith terminated. She gave an insane snicker.
"Try not to test me, young lady. You're not going anyplace."
"Mum, I..."
"Yvonne, you're in trouble, your parents found out that...
Brendan nearly chocked on his salivation when he saw Yvonne's parents sitting on the couch. Uh oh. He's too late.
"Good...good morning...mum, dad." Brendan faltered awfully. Who wouldn't shudder at seeing the frowns on thier faces?
"How are you, Brendan?" Mrs Smith inquired.
"I'm fine, ma."
"Are you with her on this?" Mr Smith inquired. Brendan turned to Yvonne, who seemed as though she was wanting for the ground to gobble her up.
"On...on what..."
"That crazy mission! Are you with her on that? Do you support her?" Mr Smith asked once more.
"Um..."
"Goodness, so you do?"
"No! I mean...not really." Brendan groaned. This is a difficult situation. He sat on a sofa opposite the two of them and said,
"Mum, dad, you both have known me for quite a while. You know how dear Yvonne is to me. Do you think I'd support this? I surely don't. But..."
"But what? You will understand her?" Mrs Smith asked and Brendan nodded.
"What a load of garbage!" Mr Smith terminated. Brendan swallowed. This isn't going great. "You understand her?", he continued. "You understand that she's going into the place of extreme peril? You comprehend that she's presumably going to get killed like different investigators? You understand that you probably won't see her for the rest of your life? Are you kidding me?!"
"It doesn't really matter to me whether or not you understand her." Mrs Smith said as she stood up. She turned Yvonne and said, "you're not going anyplace. It's better you call whoever gave you that mission and let them know you're not taking it up. Do you understand?"
"But mum..."
"Do you understand?!" Yvonne recoiled.
"Yes, mum."
"Great." Mr Smith went into the room with his wife. Yvonne turned to Brendan, who has his head bowed where he sat.
"You'll still go, right?" Yvonne laughed.
"You know me." Brendan smiled bitterly. Yvonne saw this, it didn't make her happy. She's hurting Brendan and she hates it. She went to him and sat beside to him.
"Brendan I..."
"When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow. 7am."
"Ah...you've already booked your flight."
"Yup."
Brendan raided his head up, attempting to prevent his tears from falling. Try not to cry. Try not to cry, Brendan. He continued to tell himself. He needs to hold it in. He must be strong for Yvonne.
***
THE NEXT DAY
"Where are you going?" Mrs Smith asked when she saw her daughter strolling to the door.
"Work, mum."
"At 6 AM?"
"I'm a cop, mum. Remember?" Mrs Smith peered toward Yvonne dubiously. She wouldn't sneak away, would she? Nah, that ain't possible. Assuming that she's truly sneaking, she would have a bag with her. She can't go to Chicago with essentially nothing.
"Fine. Have a good day at work." Yvonne went out after giving her mom a farewell peck. Yvonne had effectively organized her bags into the vehicle's trunk at midnight. She previously had everything arranged in advance. She headed to the bus stop she and Brendan planned to meet. She met him sitting on a seat. She honked, flagging him to get in.
"They didn't suspect you?"
"Of course my mum did."
Brendan laughed. He already realized Mrs Smith would assume Yvonne.
***
"I guess this is the place where I bid you goodbye?" Brendan's hold on Yvonne's suitcase tightened. He would rather not let her go. He's madly frightened for her.
"I need to go now, Brendan. You don't want me to miss my flight, do you?"
"Actually, I do. I wish every one of these was a dream. I wish you weren't given this mission. I wish you would simply turn around and say you're not doing this any longer. I wish these wishes could come true but...
"They can't." Yvonne finished his statement and he nodded.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He let go of her suitcase and said, "make sure you call me everyday. Text me occasionally. Try not to skip your meals. When you notice any dubious thing, tell me, OK?"
"OK."
"Promise me."
"I promise, Brendan."
Brendan pulled her closer into an embrace. The tears he's been holding back from falling at long last trickled down his cheeks. Yvonne, as well, couldn't contain her tears. What if this is their last goodbye?
"I have to go." Brendan let her go and said. "I'll be rooting for you. Make sure you catch that bastard."
"Trust me. I will."
|•CHICAGO 10.30AM•|
Yvonne honked stronger, pondering where the damn gateman is. At long last, following two minutes of honking, a young man at last came to open the gates. She drove in and parked in the garage.
"Please accept my apologies. I was in the washroom so it took some time before I attended to you. Please, don't be offended."
Yvonne was offended at first but the man's politeness dissolved all type of anger away.
"It's fine."
"Thank you. I go by Alexander. Alexander Hamilton."
"It's great to meet you, Alex. I'm Yvonne." They both shook hands.
"I was told an investigator was arriving today. I have been anticipating you. I even made you welcome cupcakes." Yvonne grinned. She found Alex charming. He's most likely older. He's all things considered older with five or six years.
"Thank you, Alex. I guess I have something to fill my empty stomach now."
"Yeah. Give me a second. I'll bring them."
"Sure. I need to get comfortable now so..."
"Sure. You go in and get comfortable. I'll go bring the cupcakes."
Yvonne found Alex's little bows after each sentence cute. She's itching to pinch his cheeks because of how cute he is but that would be disrespectful. She took out her bags from the trunk and went in.
"Wow, comfy." She said as she drooped on the bed. The house was given by the government so it's huge and beautiful. She was organizing her clothes in the closet when the doorbell rang. She thought it was Alex and her guess was correct.
"So quick?"
"Of course. Can I come in?"
"Sure."
Alex came in with a box of cupcakes. "I didn't have any idea about your favorite flavor so I just made various flavors. Let me guess, strawberry is your favorite flavor?"
"Nope. I prefer chocolate."
"I thought all young ladies love strawberry flavor."
"That is cliché." Alex chuckled and said,
"Sorry about that."
"It's fine. Allow me to taste one." Yvonne took out one and took a huge chomp.
"Oh my...this is amazing! You made this yourself?"
"Definitely." He said shyly. Yvonne took another bite.
"It's delicious. You're amazing, Alex. You ought to be a pastry chef."
"You fatter me. Take them all. They are all yours."
"Thanks but how about we share?"
"OK."
Alex did a good job in showing Yvonne around Chicago. Because of him, Yvonne wasn't bored. He's an incredible individual to be with. After calling Brendan at 8p.m, she chose to watch a film. In the middle in film, her phone rang. It was nobody other than her dad. He wants to video chat. She's in some hot soup. She paused her breathing as she picked the call
"Yvonne!" Mr. Smith roared out of frustration.
"Dad..i..."
"You kid! Do you want to kill me? You escaped? You...you... Where is she? Allow me to see her face."
Yvonne braced up at the sound of her mum's voice. Mrs. Smith finally appeared on screen.
"Yvonne, get your ass back to New York!"
"You know that's impossible."
"I won't repeat myself!"
Yvonne talked with her parents for around thirty minutes. Most of the time was used to reprimand Yvonne. But there is nothing they can do. Their daughter is strong headed. Despite the fact that they detested the thought, they gave in eventually and cautioned her not to run into trouble. Yvonne continued her film after the call. She made sure the volume of the TV was low as if she was expecting something. She had her eyes fixed on the TV screen however her different senses are alert. She heard a commotion come from upstairs. It wasn't clear, it was weak yet Yvonne could hear it because of her focus. She slowly stood up, adjusting her night wear.
She turned off the TV. She strolled up the steps and halted before her room door. She opened the door quietly and stepped in, not uttering any sound.
Yvonne couldn't believe the guy's confidence. He is perched on her bed, spinning his gun in his grasp. He raised his head. He grinned behind his masl when he saw Yvonne standing four feet away.
"Ah...found you."
Yvonne, with zero trace of fear, said
"Yeah, welcome. Been expecting you."
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