Constance thought she could finally stop looking over her shoulder. She has a steady job as a hairstylist, rents a small apartment next door to her best friend, and keeps a routine that distracts her just enough to not have to dwell on her past.
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A/N: Double update!!! Whoop Whoop ______________
I wake up significantly earlier than Scissors; call it an old habit that has yet to die, hard or otherwise.
The sun is still set behind the horizon and the warm bundle of blankets beside me is softly snoring. Gently, I remove her arm from around me and get up without waking her. I grab my phone and make my way to the bathroom so I don't disturb Scissors.
I decide I'm not going to tell the twins about Constance's real identity. When she is ready, she will tell me the rest. Plus there is only so much you can learn about a girl like her who was trafficked.
After gathering my thoughts I call the twins and thankfully Nate answers.
"What happened at the bunker? The FBI is all over it now. They have both yours and Constance's DNA, along with three bodies."
"DeLeon's men found us. The number I just texted you was the lime called to report my location."
He types away at a keyboard for a moment. "I'll get to the number in a minute. The file on you says they were field agents preparing the bunker for someone but it doesn't specify who. The file also says the girl is your hostage and that there is evidence you may have assaulted her sexually."
"THAT IS NOT TRUE!" I yell and then look in the direction of the snoring woman before lowering my voice. "What 'evidence' could they possibly have? Her and I didn't even... not that it matters but we didn't have sex at all."
"Okay-"
I interrupt him. "And they were not agents! Each man had the tattoo! Who took the lead on this?"
Nate was silent for a second. "Handle."
Don had been the closest thing I had to a friend. We worked cases together, shared meals and one time an escort. He knew that even though I was rough and had no problem taking out a target, I was loyal to the agency and was not a rapist. Why would he do this unless he is framing me. Could Dion DeLeon hold some kind of leverage over his head, or is he the agent behind the smuggling? Either way I need to know what is on his computer.
"You there?" Nate asks.
"Unfortunately." I mutter. "Do you know how they found us in a top secret, secure bunker?"
"Nick is working on that. So far nothing has come up but I'll take a look into that number you sent."
I explain to him what Scissors and my plan is trying to get everything off my mind. If I can just prove I'm being framed, all the charges will go away and I can get my life back and finish my job. Nate said he'll send some tech along with floor plans, itineraries and anything else he can find on Handle to a PO Box a few towns over.
"Thanks Nate. I mean it, there is no way I'd have survived this long without you."
He laughs a little and only then do I notice it's the first time I've heard it. "You never thank or apologize to anyone. Constance really is good for you. Don't hurt her."
