soon?”
“No problem,” Anastasia answered as she went into the bathroom, and washed her face. She got herself ready, running a brush through her hair and brushing her teeth. She then began to pack, giving Darren a chance to use the bathroom. Within half an hour, they were both ready to go.
“Alright, into the car and let’s go,” Darren muttered as he grabbed their bags. Anastasia nodded, looping her arm into his as they walked. They brought the bags to the car, making sure that no one was around. They settled into the seats, both ready for the long drive ahead. Anastasia was somewhat nervous, and she moved to grab the necklace she always wore around her throat.
“Ah! It’s not here!” Anastasia exclaimed, surprised.
“What’s not there?” Darren murmured, only seconds away from starting the car. “Did you forget something?”
“My necklace! The clasp broke last night, and I must have lost it in the blankets while we were sleeping! My dad gave it to me before he left us… I can’t leave it behind. I just can’t,” Anastasia said, worried. The necklace meant a lot to her, and she wore it always.
Darren grimaced. “Alright, baby, let’s go back and get it.”
“No, don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute, I’ll go back myself. You have to stay here and guard our things, anyway.” Anastasia smiled as she began to head out of the car.
“No, Ana, I must come with you!” Darren insisted, as he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her from leaving.
Anastasia shook him off. “Don’t worry, really!” Anastasia closed the car door as she began to walk back to the hotel room. Darren sighed as he watched her, hoping that she would be alright.
Anastasia rode the elevator as she headed to the room, hoping the maids had not cleaned their room yet. It was still early in the morning, and the sun was beginning to shine very brightly. She entered the room, and began to search the blankets for her necklace. It was a vintage-looking locket, with a picture of their once happy family all together. It was her most sacred possession, and she had to have it back.
Her hands stumbled upon a chain, and she pulled on it gently. The locket came out, and Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief as her lips curled into a smile. She stood up, ready to go, but all of a sudden, she heard loud voices.
“Is this their room?”
“Should be.”
They were low voices, obviously male. And they sounded like they were heading towards her. Uh-oh. The doorknob rattled, and there was a click. There was nothing to do but hide. Anastasia crawled under the bed, and tried to stay still. The door swung open as several footsteps entered the room. She heard them open the bathroom door, the closet and various other things.
“She’s not here.”
“Really?” The second man growled impatiently. “Boss is going to have our heads if we don’t get rid of her. Where’s that fool, Tyson? Maybe he wasn’t a traitor and he did kill her after all.”
“No way, man. The only reason the boss sent us here was because he wanted us to get rid of them together. He’s done with Tyson.”
Another pang of fear struck Anastasia. Tyson was probably the last name Darren was using for his undercover assignment. So Darren’s cover had been blown, and now it was more crucial than ever that the evidence he had collected be delivered safely into the hands of the police. She hoped that Darren had not followed her, for these men would likely kill him.
“Let’s go look somewhere else.”
“Yeah.”
Anastasia smiled widely as she heard this, grateful that she had not been discovered. But as she smiled, she breathed in a mouthful of the dust. She wanted to sneeze almost immediately. But the men were still not out of the room! She tried to hold it back. She wrinkled her nose, trying to keep it in to the best of her ability. Alas, it was useless.
“Achoo!”
“No problem,” Anastasia answered as she went into the bathroom, and washed her face. She got herself ready, running a brush through her hair and brushing her teeth. She then began to pack, giving Darren a chance to use the bathroom. Within half an hour, they were both ready to go.
“Alright, into the car and let’s go,” Darren muttered as he grabbed their bags. Anastasia nodded, looping her arm into his as they walked. They brought the bags to the car, making sure that no one was around. They settled into the seats, both ready for the long drive ahead. Anastasia was somewhat nervous, and she moved to grab the necklace she always wore around her throat.
“Ah! It’s not here!” Anastasia exclaimed, surprised.
“What’s not there?” Darren murmured, only seconds away from starting the car. “Did you forget something?”
“My necklace! The clasp broke last night, and I must have lost it in the blankets while we were sleeping! My dad gave it to me before he left us… I can’t leave it behind. I just can’t,” Anastasia said, worried. The necklace meant a lot to her, and she wore it always.
Darren grimaced. “Alright, baby, let’s go back and get it.”
“No, don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute, I’ll go back myself. You have to stay here and guard our things, anyway.” Anastasia smiled as she began to head out of the car.
“No, Ana, I must come with you!” Darren insisted, as he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her from leaving.
Anastasia shook him off. “Don’t worry, really!” Anastasia closed the car door as she began to walk back to the hotel room. Darren sighed as he watched her, hoping that she would be alright.
Anastasia rode the elevator as she headed to the room, hoping the maids had not cleaned their room yet. It was still early in the morning, and the sun was beginning to shine very brightly. She entered the room, and began to search the blankets for her necklace. It was a vintage-looking locket, with a picture of their once happy family all together. It was her most sacred possession, and she had to have it back.
Her hands stumbled upon a chain, and she pulled on it gently. The locket came out, and Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief as her lips curled into a smile. She stood up, ready to go, but all of a sudden, she heard loud voices.
“Is this their room?”
“Should be.”
They were low voices, obviously male. And they sounded like they were heading towards her. Uh-oh. The doorknob rattled, and there was a click. There was nothing to do but hide. Anastasia crawled under the bed, and tried to stay still. The door swung open as several footsteps entered the room. She heard them open the bathroom door, the closet and various other things.
“She’s not here.”
“Really?” The second man growled impatiently. “Boss is going to have our heads if we don’t get rid of her. Where’s that fool, Tyson? Maybe he wasn’t a traitor and he did kill her after all.”
“No way, man. The only reason the boss sent us here was because he wanted us to get rid of them together. He’s done with Tyson.”
Another pang of fear struck Anastasia. Tyson was probably the last name Darren was using for his undercover assignment. So Darren’s cover had been blown, and now it was more crucial than ever that the evidence he had collected be delivered safely into the hands of the police. She hoped that Darren had not followed her, for these men would likely kill him.
“Let’s go look somewhere else.”
“Yeah.”
Anastasia smiled widely as she heard this, grateful that she had not been discovered. But as she smiled, she breathed in a mouthful of the dust. She wanted to sneeze almost immediately. But the men were still not out of the room! She tried to hold it back. She wrinkled her nose, trying to keep it in to the best of her ability. Alas, it was useless.
“Achoo!”
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