Her fingers are gentle as she rubs away the goop she plastered on me. She hasn't brought it up but she also hasn't stopped smiling like one of those creepy pumpkins.
I can't lie, going back was a good idea and it helped me get one step closer to my goal. Even if the number is disconnected, which it probably is, it's given me a piece of the puzzle. But I'll never ever speak of it again. Just thinking of how that guy was looking at me makes me feel queasy.
"So what now?" Scissors asks as she continues to cleans my face.
"For the time being I don't know what to do, not until the twins get back to me. Maybe the number will lead us somewhere, maybe not."
She hums to herself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Just, whatever you have to say... Say it now because once we leave this bathroom, today doesn't exist."
She smiles, "I don't think I can ever forget today. You have great skin by the way and even though blonde isn't your color, that beige dress was made for you. You should have kept it for special occasions. Also it's totally your fault we got caught Mr Serial Killer."
"I know. I just got the bare necessities but I wasn't thinking about how it looked."
She finishes wiping me down and cracks her knuckles, probably because they're sore. I wait for her to tell me what a bad agent I am or pick on me for everything that Jimbo said or did but she doesn't. Scissors throws the towelettes away and clears her throat.
"So, I've been thinking, if you have someone inside the FBI willing to help you then maybe they could get you information that the twins can't."
I shrug, "Everyone there is loyal to the agency. Contacting someone would be too risky."
"What about someone who is also a risk taker." She takes the cap off my head and ruffles my hair, "There's always that one person who is unpredictable. If we can get them on our side, we might could get more needed information than what outside snooping can provide."
If anyone matches that description, it's the one guy I should probably never trust again. Plus getting to him won't be easy but, if he helps me out, it might be worth it.
"I know a guy but I doubt either of us will like it."
Scissors kisses my forehead and looks deep into my eyes, "What ever happens, I'll stand by you.... Lucy."
***
After driving for more than a day, we settle at a motel to get some rest. Along the way she talked like usual but this time, I might have enjoyed it more than before.
Then when she got us a room, it only had one bed. I was surprised but even so we fell into a comfortable silence, eventually laying on the bed side by side while she eagerly waits for my plan to be revealed.
I took a moment to appreciate her patience. The first two days I knew her she talked nonstop but now, she's here waiting for me to tell her on my terms.
God, I lov-like, I like her.
There's something amazing about Scissors and I'm willing to take my time to figure out exactly what it is.
"So your plan is to not have a plan?" She said still looking ahead at the ugly tan ceiling.
"No, my plan is to sneak into my old bosses office and download the contents of his computer onto a disk or flash drive or whatever type of tech the twins give us. That's a problem though, because only two people go into his office. Him and his... escorts."
"I'm assuming he's not gay and you're referring to me being his side hoe." She looks at me and fake gasps, "I feel like this is payback."
My head snaps in her direction yet she keeps on smiling. "A side... wha- In no way are you to sleep with him or kiss him... or even touch him."
I can't watch Donovan put his hands all over Scissors. Just thinking about his smug smile and wondering eyes makes my blood boil. Don isn't bad looking and has a much better attitude than me. Not to mention women flock to him in droves where as most women stay away from me. Scissors is the first person to kiss me that I haven't had to pay or wasn't a target. She touches me because she wants to not because I hold money in my hand. She kissed me because she wanted to not because I helped pay her bills. I don't want to lose that to Donovan of all people with his stupid face and charming... charm.
"You know what, this is a bad idea. Let's figure something else out."
"Let me ask you something." Her arm touches mine making my heart rate speed up immensely. "What do you want to find on his computer?"
"The case files on me, hopefully files on other agents, any leads they have and mental assessments from each division."
A moment of silence goes by. "I'll do it."
"You'd have to dress seductively-"
"No problem." I cringe a bit when she said that remembering how the twins looked at her in that dress.
"-and you'd have to go through Zaria to get to him."
"Who?" Of course that would make her look at me. I'm going to have to tell her eventually so it might as well be now.
"She is an escort. The escort. Zaria has entertained the wealthiest and most powerful from the President, to the FBI director to... um, me."
"You?" Her brows gather together in confusion.
Maybe it would have been easier to hear that if I was shirtless but I didn't think that far ahead. I did what I felt like would be the best thing and held her hand, nodding.
If were going to get anything from Director Handle, I need Scissors alone in the room. The only way to do that is for her to be his date and to achieve that, Zaria has to set it up. Never breaking eye contact, I wait for Scissors to get angry at me, not for sleeping with someone but for bringing her into our. . whatever we are. But she wasn't mad. In fact, she looks almost ashamed.
"Okay. What do I need?"
***
Nick had set up a meeting with Zaria under the name Gregor Lani, an alias a few agents had used in the past to get her. It was code for very urgent, very expensive.
She arrived outside of the restaurant about six hours later looking... well, she's paid the big bucks for a reason.
I pulled up in my car next to her and rolled down my window.
"Hey, Zar."
She had to do a double take, probably because I'm America's Most Wanted and I look like my face was put in a blender.
"Luca? Oh my god, Luca!"
She jumps in the car and I drive off, not wasting any time. "It's been a long time baby. Why haven't you called me sooner?" She runs her fingers up my thigh.
I removed her hand quickly. "I'm not here for pleasure. We need your help."
"We?"
Keeping most of my intentions as need to know, I told her the basics of what I need from her.
"Luca. You can't do what I do over night. I can't teach someone the cues, the tells, the language of my job in a few days. It took me years and I'm still perfecting my talents."
"Zar, I am being hunted for crimes I didn't commit. It's more than my life on the line now and I-I think I'm falling for Scissors and-"
"Is Scissors the girl you want me to pimp out to Don?" I don't answer, regretting this more with each passing second. "You sure have a funny way of showing a girl your true feelings there, Luca."
I grumble under my breath.
Of course I don't want Constance to be anywhere near any man but, I don't have a choice. I know Zaria won't do what I need because it could cost her more than just her job. Plus if she got interrogated she'd spill everything.
Sending Constance into a store where someone may or may not be dangerous wasn't an option and neither is this. She won't be alone; I'll be there with her but at a distance.
"Zaria. Please, I need this. Just teach her what you can, get her on his arm and she can do the rest." I hope. What can a civilian actually do compared to a trained agent?
I suppose I'll find out.
"You have a lot of confidence in this girl. I don't know if that's good or bad." She looks off in the distance. "Fine, I'll do it but I'm still charging you full price."
"Done."
We make it back to the filthy motel and my nerves speed up. I am very worried about Scissors meeting a girl I had paid for sex several times. Neither Zaria or I ever had feelings for each other, it was just business but I would never say that what Constance and I have is that simple.
While Zaria screams sexuality, my girl is gentle while also a burning furnace. I'm almost afraid to let her be a part of such a dangerous undertaking.
Before I left, I told Scissors all about the risks of pulling a job like this off. The possibility of being made, which would lead to her death, or being forced to giving sexual favors, which I'd have to be six foot under before I let that happen. She didn't seemed fazed, on the contrary, Scissors seemed almost expectant and ready.
I would never accuse her of being a spy herself but she sure did act the part tonight. After giving her some money to buy what she'd need, I left to get Zar.
Standing outside of the door to our room, I'm not ready to see her, to watch Zaria train her how to get into men's pants. I'm not ready to let her go in a building that I can't storm into and protect her.
I know it may be days away but this is the start of it and that makes me nervous.
I unlock the door and walk in with the escort close behind me and see Scissors gloriously diaplayed. Her feet are in dark green stilettos leading up her long legs to a little black guarder holding a knife. That juicy butt of hers is in a black lace thong and hanging above her torso is a matching bra holding up her generous chest. For a long while I consider taking her into the bathroom and showing her exactly what I thought about her choice in clothes but she's more than just a bathroom bang. My eyes travel up to her hair which is hidden behind a shower cap bit even so she looks good.
"Hey, I'm Zaria." She extends her hand to Scissors.
"Constance." She shakes her hand back. "Sorry, I didn't know how long you'd be gone or I'd have put something on over this."
Zaria shrugs while I wipe a little bit of drool off the corner of my mouth, too stunned to say anything. Well, any thing appropriate that is. I watch as Constance throws one of my shirts over her body which was much better for my concentration.
"So," Zaria starts, "How old is your kid?"
***
What just happened?
Zaria had her hand on Luca but homeboy put her in her place. Good for him or I'd have to stage a little accident...
And Constance had a baby. SMH. Who would have thought that? For sure not Luca.