Chapter 6: Bang
[6:00]
Neville stood with a small card that was written Blaire on it. He had been waiting for 20 minutes now. His looks and his card gathered attention. First of all, Blaire was not a common name like Mary and John. It was a name when mentioned everyone knew it. And second the man waiting with the card was too handsome. Gathering both love and hate from the different genders.
Then, people's attention got diverted to another and all this person did was walking.
Her hair was black but its edges were a dark purple and it flowed down her back almost reaching her waist. Her eyes were an even darker shade of purple. The maroon dress itself was a masterpiece beautiful that clung to her curves in a modest way. It barely showed any skin. She wore black heels that didn't completely cover her feet but it was barely noticeable as her dress was long. She wore a black open front cardigan and on her hand she held her purse. She didn't have any jewelry on.
She walked with grace. Most people thought of her as a model or some celebrity. Yet none of the commotion distracted her as she moved, people unconsciously made way for her.
Then she passed Neville, after walking a few more steps she stopped and said with a cool low pitched voice. " Mr. Grey." She called and Neville turned and looked at her, his eyes neutral as she looked at the back of woman who called him but didn't bother to turn around.
He didn't know the woman, but since she knew his name and her presence, he assumed it was the person he came for.
Making no major change in his stoic expression, he simply said. " Evening M-"
" The Car." She said coldly cutting him off.
" This way." Neville simply patiently said as he walked in front of her leading her to the vehicle.
He arrived first and opened the door for her. He offered his hand but she ignored him and got in the car closing the door behind her after adjusting her dress making sure it wasn't caught by the it.
She sat quietly in the back.
Neville walked to the front and got in too.
" Where to?" he asked putting his hands on the wheel.
" Presley." She said
" Understood." He said shifting gears as he drove out of the parking.
The sun's last rays were fading as the street light took their turn to light the streets, people were also getting home after a long day.
Neville manned the wheel as he drove to Presley Hotel which was on the other side of the city at least 45 minutes at most an hour. The two sat in silence, no one even sneezed or clear their throat.
" Neville Grey…" she started speaking her voice still cold.
Neville momentarily looked at the rearview mirror and saw her looking at him with those cold purple eyes. Seeing she had his attention she continued, " tell me about your final interaction with Edward Blaire. Briefly." She didn't request though she stated it simply but her tone made it seem like an order which it was.
" I drove Mr. Blaire and his company to Zenith hotel." He said briefly.
" How close were they?" She asked making no change in expression and her voice was still icy.
" They booked a lovers suite." He said bluntly.
" Did he ever mention her name?"
" No."
" Did he seem intoxicated or not of sane mind?"
" He was able to make decisions, requests and spoke clearly although I'm unsure about his sanity."
" And this was your first time driving Edward and his escort?"
" Yes." Neville answered and she got quite ending their conversation.
By now Neville had already drove quite a distance and there were on near empty roads.
[MC POV]
It's the same plate again. They followed us from the airport. I kept making turns and driving in circles to lose them but they are back.
Should I tell her? Wait… This woman is a Blaire why did she arrive in that and make me wait for her in public? Considering the unknown circumstances behind the death of her father she should have been more cautious. By doing things in that manner she's basically telling everyone well at least those who know her, ' I landed'. She is putting a target on her back and I'm in the striking range.
A person this important and rich should have some security. Or is this a way to silence me cause I know about Sir Edward's hedonism?
If that's the case I should...
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[Third person POV]
" If that's the case then I should..." Thought Neville looking back in the rearview mirror seeing the woman sit her face emotionless as she looked through the window.
The Maybach slowly stopped and the lady in the back looked at the mirror seeing the driver's black eyes.
" Miss, do you have bodyguards or security."
"..." she didn't reply.
Before their car were spike strips om the road, and some trees that were fell to block their path. Behind them the same car Neville had been trying to avoid came and stopped. They placed another set of spike strips behind the car as well.
The door of the blue sedan opened and two men walked out. Neville couldn't see anything as the car lights were to bright.
They walked to the car and knocked on their windows simultaneously. The one knocking on Neville's was a gun.
It was gesturing for him to open the window.
" She looks awfully calm. Did she really want to kill me then?" Thought Neville but the sudden violent knock on her window made him change his mind.
" It seems she is not involved. Though appearances can be deceiving." Thought Neville, because even salt and sugar looks the same.
" Since this car was on Depot A. It should be armoured. Maybe it has a weapon somewhere." Thought Neville but the knocks on his window got louder.
* Bang*
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