TO KILL IS TO SERVE

Chapter 35: The Call from Alora's Phone

It’s Saturday and that was the longest sleep I had in the past weeks of working in this deal. I woke up like an old man, scratching my aching back for I just ended up sleeping on the hard couch. I don’t really mind since I fell asleep fast this time. It’s so rare I had to stop caring.

“What’s my plan today?” I asked myself whilst stretching my body. I stayed silent for a few seconds and ran to my bed to sleep again, as I have decided to do so. It’s Saturday and Alora’s mad at me. I don’t have anything to do, so I would extend my 12 hours of sleep to 24 hours before I go berserk and break Mister Park’s neck.

After all the unwanted talk with Kiken yesterday, I ended up going to the hideout instead of my condo subconsciously. Probably because the last time I firmly said no to her was here, so I thought I’d gain my strength back when I went here and as expected, I was dead asleep right after stepping inside the hideout. Good f*****g thing I wasn’t raided or assassinated. I sighed to myself when I remembered that I was being trailed by who the hell knows.

I exhaled and closed my eyes, preparing for another round of sound sleep when my phone rang—my work phone’s in silent and the other phone’s got only one contact. So basically, Alora is f*****g calling me. I ran to my bag that’s in the couch and rummaged it clumsily for my phone.

I was right. I nodded to myself and answered the call. “Alora?”

“Is this the young man who once visited the Weller residence?”

Ah, it’s not Alora. I blinked and gently sighed at the familiar voice over the phone. “Yes, sir. If I remember well, you’re Mister Weller?” I asked and pursed my lips. That firmness of the voice and the fact that he knows what happened that day wouldn’t deny he’s Mister Weller.

“Yes, I am. I would like to ask for your favour, son. I know you’re the one she’s close with these days. Are you free to talk?” He replied.

A favour? My brows furrowed in question but I would get nothing if I won’t ask directly. “I am currently free, sir. May I ask about that favour?” I answered. I wonder what it is. I seriously have no idea what could a father, a policeman, or a concern citizen ask of me but only to assassinate someone for them.

“I know this may sound weird but Alora and I weren’t in a close relationship. I am a busy man and she’s a lady of attention and I wasn’t able to give it to her. That is why we don’t click as much as she and her mother do.” Mister Weller paused for a bit and a heard a long sigh. Why the heck is he telling me this when I never asked and I never wanted to know? “Alora ran away from home this morning.”

My hand freeze for a second as the information loads inside my still sleeping brain. She what?

 “She did not bring anything but her wallet that seemed to not have much as well. I am sure she will go back home but I am worried. I know this is too much and ridiculous to ask, especially from a father, but do you have any idea where did she go?”

Alora f*****g ran away with nothing but petty money? I want to f*****g groan in her dumbness but I’d rather not. Where could she go, though? “Have you checked the park in front of your subdivision, sir? She’s liked that place ever since I brought her there.”

“I have checked. She once told me about that park, so I checked on it first. She wouldn’t go to Manasseh’s house, I am certain.”

Why in the f*****g universe would Alora run away? Is this because of our issue? Or maybe she only wants to breathe for a while. What the f**k should I do? I don’t have the strength to think now that I had experienced rest after a long time. “I—”

“She was utterly frustrated since I went home. Did you two fight? Manasseh told me he knows nothing about it. Alora can easily get attached to anyone, so I apologize if she’s become clingy, but that only means she cares.” Mister Weller suddenly cut me off to tell me something real unnecessary. But I kept my mouth shut and continued listening. “She’s been talking about you as well, whenever we dine together, but she seemed to avoid topics about you now, Grei. I know this is invading and annoying but is there something wrong?”

I cannot say there isn’t. But if I said there is, this father of my ex-target would think that I’m the reason of his daughter’s runaway mess. Alora did not really run away, though. I sighed internally. He even said it himself but he’s still panicky about it. It’s quite frustrating since I am not a babysitter; nonetheless, I kept acting like one.

“I am not sure, sir.” I replied. “And I also have no idea where she could possibly go, but I would look for her myself.” I added without thinking about it beforehand. Yeah, whatever. I rolled my eyes to my own f*****g fragility towards someone I should immediately stop associating myself with.

The fact that I am being pursued adds to my worries. Since I am now educated about THSD, I am certain that Alora could never be their target, but who knows? Not every f*****g assassin works cleanly. My assassinator might just be one of those filthy agents of this field. They might kidnap Alora to lure me and kill me. I cannot possibly protect the innocent lady while protecting myself—it’s still an assassin we’re talking about.

“Can I entrust her to you, then? I really have to go to work now.”

This father is f****d up. How could he rely on someone on finding his own daughter? Did he ask me about this in the first place because he wants to find Alora? Who in the world is as useless as Mister Weller? Oh f**k.

“Yes. I would call you right away if I found her.” I was left with no choice but to freaking say yes again. Why the heck do I always lose to normal, incompetent people?