The rhythm of the pen I am holding as it hit the surface of the coffee table, and I shifted my gaze to the empty glass of coffee on the right side of the laptop. I need a coffee, and I have no time to make one. Sighing, I leaned my back on the couch. Three hours searching the web, not even a single important thing I've got from Cailon and its connection to Zech except—I clutched the white sheet of the torn page of a notebook where cursive handwriting of mine of the minimal information I got—he worked at the Agenzia Informazioni e Sicurezza Eesterna of Italy, yet of what his work in there is unknown. That's what I am finding.The file Zech gave me was the connection of what Arzen did to Maverick's brother Clinton in which he betrayed Clinton as one of the mafia leaders who committed horrible acts in Italy. Arzen was one of his trusted friends out of Clinton knowing he was an agent under a secret government organization. When Clinton got captive, Maverick thought Zech was Arzen and the

I raised two eyebrows and folded my arms facing the fireplace. The answer I wanted to receive from him became a breeze. The smell of beef patty being fried or whatever of what he was doing with it enveloped the kitchen area up to the living room, hiding my stomach growls and inhaling it made me even more ravenous. A moment ago, the woman whom he hired left after he said so.Before I could utter a question to him, he excused himself that he was hungry, and we would discuss the issue when we were done eating. He wanted me to cook, but I wouldn't unless he had to answer my questions first. And I saw how exhausted his face was, and he decided he'd be the one to cook.It looks like he's cooking a burger. Or is that cooking? I sighed. I got up from my seat and headed for the stairs. If I have to wait for him after knowing it will take him a while, I better do something meaningful.When I got to the second floor, there were three rooms there. So far, the wallpaper is similar to below. My pa

When did I go home? I was about to answer when I heard on the line Kyle’s murmur and the sound of the phone dropping and losing the call. I called him again.I was waiting for him to answer the call, yet it disconnected. What happened to him? My vision shifted to Zech's car that stopped, and he immediately got out. I expected someone to be with him, but his serious face gave me curiosity, and his jaw was clenching. Whatever the reason for that, I know that’s not good. When our eyes met, his eyes widened for a moment, and astonishment changed his eyes."Did you cry?" he asked as he got closer, his forehead furrowed. I noticed the side of his jaw that was sore, as well as his lower lip, and I looked down at his injured knuckles."What happened to you?"“Your eyes are swollen. What happened?" his voice was full of worry and touched my cheek. “Did my grandparents call you again? What did they say?”I removed his hand from my face. "Aunt Beatrice died," I said, and suddenly the corners of

“What food do you cook?” Kyle's sleepy voice was at my back, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I turned off the stove, and turned around to face him, and draped my arms to his neck. “Your favorite, Kyle. You are awake. How's your nap?” He bent to kiss my head down my nose and my lips. Then he smiled. ”I miss your cooking. And now I am hungry.” I grinned and placed my palm in his chest, pushing him. "How's your family in the UK?" I turned around and got a bowl. And I put adobong chicken in the container.“They are fine as always, but mom is still in the process of moving on. My sister got engaged last week, and she's inviting you to be her bridesmaids when the wedding date is decided.”I placed the bowl on the kitchen table counter and opened the other bowl with rice on it. “Congratulations to the two of them. Who is the lucky man she will marry?” I sat in the chair opposite him. His white shirt fitted his body, and my eyes noticed the scar in his right temple. Then I remembe

Zech peered at the half-empty glass, leaving Cailon's question in the air. The man drank the remaining content of his glass and inhaled exasperatedly.“Whenever I mentioned his name, you keep silent. I understand. He is not an easy topic.” Cailon's facial expression changed; the gloom set on his eyes and stared at his empty glass and tsked. “Before I forgot. A postcard we received at the office, which is for you.”He took under his coat the simple white postcard and handed it to Zech. Full of astonishment, he stared at what Cailon had reached for and opened it.He frowned slightly when he read the black ink calligraphy words.‘Pigeon is here in Paris.’"Didn't you receive any information that Pigeon is here in Paris?" he asked Cailon, who looked at him with a confused expression on his face.“No, why? What is written on the postcard? ”"Pigeon is here in Paris." Zech showed what was written on the postcard which Cailon's eyes widened.He stood up from his seat and took the phone out o