HAUNTED

Chapter 11

Gathering my journal and the files together I tried to think of a suspect that fitted with the biography of the kidnapper but I was ending up blank. The time was ticking and who knows when he was going to kidnap next or worse kill. Sipping the cup of hot chocolate she was mad at herself for falling for her partner who looked like a demi Greek God and about having no idea to who

the kidnapper was or his purpose.

For now she had to rest after all she had done an exerting task during the day. Come new day, comes new hope was her motto falling on the bed she fell asleep before one could say Jack Robinson.

She woke up to the sound of her alarm beeping. Gathering her journal and files in one hand she headed to the cafeteria after all a cup of coffee and some freshly baked cookies couldn't go amiss.

Brandon was seated at one corner with a cup of coffee in hand. She was determined to ignore him for as long as she could so walking out of the cafeteria with her things in hand she could feel his eyes boring holes into her back so swaying her hips for added effect she catwalked away.