Hunt Down Rose

Chapter 4: Night Life (Part IV)

"Just leave the food on the table if you may," I said to her suspecting who this person is while turning around getting a shirt on my bag. As I analyze her actions, I can see the wrinkle marks on her neck are a little bit unbalanced along with her hands. Usually, when Prosthetic artists use non-toxic adhesive, it has to be well placed and fitted to the mold to prevent loose ends. 

The mask should be camouflaged on the skin of the bust to prevent it from being exposed unless you are using clothes to cover up the rest of the blemishes. But in this case, the perpetrator is an amateur in creating masks and human synthetic parts in this situation. 

Then with enough facts to support my theory, I called her name "How is the night for you Melissa?"

Shocked, she tried to cover her face up but her voice is already obvious. "Umm, I don’t know who that is." She replied trying to reach for the door.

I chased her and blocked the way. "Not so fast." Pulling her mask out while locking the door.

"How did you know?" She asked me. 

"You are quite an obvious one."

"Hey! I'm not that bad right?"

"To be honest with you, it’s ok."

She sat down and tried to dig deep on what I've said.

"Don’t think of it too much. It could kill you."

She looked at me "That was harsh you know! I expected a better response..."

"I'm only spilling out the truth, though you did put much effort on the mask and the rest of your disguise. That is the only compliment you can have from me. " 

Sitting on the table I asked her "What are you doing here by the way?" I threw the microchip I got from the paper "Except for the part that you are spying on me."

"That is already expected in your weird ability to notice that."

These papers are placed with tracking devices, which brings me to a halt to think; where did she get all of these? It’s not that I have a personal conclusion on her contacts and possible connections. It would be such a waste for her if I noticed all of it, I might as well let her be.

"Sure, if that is how you see it."

"The only reason I am here is due to the fact that I am your partner and I should always be with where ever you go. Plus, I’ve gathered some things along the way without your help."

"That is only for this case and you are doing your work very well. You should put an end to this if you want to survive longer in my presence. "

"As if you can stop me."

"I can, and I will if I have to. I can terminate your referral as a journalist and transfer you to the public relations office. I’m trying to keep you from harm’s way since that is Galvez’s request from me."

"I'll look forward to that." She replied to me throwing a folder on the bed.

"What is this?"

"I found something interesting in the family and business background of Mr. Yun. Ha! Would you still try sending me to the PR now? Also, there are no chips there so it’s safe for you to carry."

Scrolling on some of the pages, it is almost the same on what I've searched earlier except for this new information. According to this page, Mr. Yun's wife died on a fire 2 months after the revolution happened. Their house was burned down with nothing left but dust. Apparently Mr. Yun was already at a business trip in Germany for some reason." The son, Amadeo Yun was lucky enough to survive the flames and is now recovering on St. Luke's in Makati.

"You may now leave," I said to her returning the folder back.

"So that's it? You got the details and you'll just throw me out?!"

"I’m asking you politely at this moment, throwing you out would be my second option if you don’t leave immediately. Also, I’ve already read that article some time ago, though thanks for the effort once again."

"Fine, Fine." Getting her things up "I will be seeing you tomorrow so wake up early." She said leaving the room slamming the door.

“Such a harsh bastard.” I can hear her words from the other side of the door cursing at me.

I should have everything done tomorrow along with my next interview, Mr. Hassif. Sleeping is necessary at this moment so before anything else I must fix my things out, brushing my teeth, and resting under the bed. Since I am used to sleeping on the floor and my dental chair, I'll enjoy the coldness and softness of the carpet along with my pillow. Turning the lights off I've finally acquired peace with all these questionable happenings in this case.

(End of Chapter)