"No need to be defensive. I'm just playing around. You're falling for my trap and eliciting reactions that I want to see." I gave him the stink eye before I turned around with a huff and pulled out my key to enter the apartnt. I heard no other sound from Anthony. It seed that he had started acting his age from that point in ti. The smug look on his face didn't change, though.
"You go ahead and confer with the others. I'll go change and take care of so business. I need to search for the videos as well." As I left him, I saw him take in the room. I also noticed the critical look he gave. He was really trying to analyze .
When I reached my bedroom, I placed all the letters on the bed and divided the letters into two sets. There were two sets of letters in general because of the difference in penmanship. I reached out for the neater writing. I switched on the bedside lamp and put the letters over it one by one. I saw the word Jasper written on top of it and realized that the letters were from him. There were more than five letters in total in the bunch and it left curious. Why would Jasper try to contact , now? I got the first letter letting know that he was following , but all the other letters made little sense to . I tore the top of the first envelope and pulled the letter out. The texture of the paper showed that it was the handmade quality. I opened the letter which was folded into three to see two handwritten lines written on it.
['Nothing suspected by ,
Nothing proved can be...
-Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock (Queen Elizabeth I)
Yours,
Jasper.']
It made little sense to . But the words 'suspect' and 'proved' popped out. As I took a closer look, I realized that he was either implying that he had been accused of sothing that he had either not done or had done, but there was no proof of it, or he was aning to tell that he thought Anthony suspected but that no concrete proof to put to the sa fate as Scott. If the words had any other implications, they didn't co to my mind. Deeply unsettled, I folded the letter and put it inside the envelope again.
The next letter was on an A-4 sheet with the sa bold print as the first letter.
'Who was your father, Mia? Both of us wish you knew. His death was not an accident.'
There was no signature, but the handwriting on the envelope was similar to that of the writing style in the previous letter. So, there was no doubt that it had been Jasper who had sent this ssage. One letter after the other, it went. Poetry had never been sothing that I had had a strong affinity towards and the hidden anings alluded . Every letter made a new sense of confusion fill . I tried to overshadow the dread with the mist of confusion so that I wouldn't lose my mind while Anthony was in the sa apartnt. He would get curious and he would search for . I couldn't figure out how that was going to work in my favour.
I wondered what excuse I would give him for taking so long. I shoved all the letters indiscriminately into the private cabinet behind my bed, reminding myself to grab them as soon as Anthony left the building. The answer ca easily as I shoved the letters inside. I grabbed a towel and so comfortable clothes to wear and took a long, much-needed shower. The heat of the water scorched my skin, by soothed my muscles as well. The blistering warmth of the steam kept my mind from wandering to darker places.
The shower didn't take long, as I needed an alibi. I knew exactly where the videos were so that wouldn't take too much ti. One would call paranoid. I was that and soone who cared for insignificant information. I wanted no part of the story to go wrong and be caught. Always be cautious. Never change your story. Never let your guard down. These values had been drilled into the mont I had joined the academy to beco an agent in the organization. It was just as twisted as fight club, only I wasn't as crazy as the protagonist, neither was I Marla Singer. And this twisted version of Fight Club was more real than the whole concept could get.
When I exited the room, I saw Anthony still standing with his eyes zood at the balcony. I placed my laptop on the couch and realized that the food had arrived.
"The boy delivering the food seed traumatized. He didn't look particularly happy to be the one to deliver the order." He startled . I looked up at him to see that he was staring at .
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