Agent Alpha and the mexican mix-up

Not what she expected

*Astrid*

Zac and I are sitting in a bar, pretending to eat nuts and have a drink, as we are listening to a conversation that Jan guy has with an unknown man. They are at a table behind us.

“So when you say that you are connecting people to the truth, what do you mean ?” The stranger says.

“The truth”. Jan says. “The truth about what they want, what they really want. The things they think they can’t have. The forbidden fruit. But forbidden by whom ? Pleasure, pain, adrenaline … tell me and I can get it for you, and rest assured, should any difficulties arise, I can make them go away”.

I can see Zac is listening intently, I am sure he is getting even more than me, like the tone of every word, changes in their voices and all those things that takes more sensitive ears than a human has.

A woman walks in, clearly signaling to Jan, who gets up from his chair. “Excuse me”. He hands what looks like a business card to the man. “When you are ready”.

“Damn just hearing that … sales pit, makes me feel so dirty that I want to take a shower”. I mumble.

“He is up to something, I think he is connecting with someone right now”. Zac says, looking over my shoulder.

I look in the mirror glass bar, seeing Jan hand something to the woman.

“Give me the car keys”. Zac says getting up. “I will follow him, you follow the girl … call me if you need me”.

Holding up the keys I give him a stern look. “Not a scratch”.

He grins and plants a soft kiss on my lips before hurrying after Jan.

The bartender places the little book with the bill in front of me and I open it. “You charge what for a freaking club soda ? Have you smoked c***k ? I should have bought the c***k, it’s cheaper”.

Shaking my head I close the money on the counter and get up. I quickly catch up with the woman, following her down the hallway on the top floor of the hotel.

Turning a corner about twenty seconds after her, I realize that she is gone, which means she must have slipped into one of the rooms. Question is which one ?

I walk slowly down the hallway, listening for any signs. When I get nearer to the last door on the left I hear moans, and the distinct sound of someone being hit.

Pulling out my gun I kick in the door. “Police, freeze”.

The woman is tied to the bed frame, wearing lingerie, and a guy is standing behind her with a nine tailed whip in his hand.

“You are under arresten for solicitation”. It is the only thing I can think of saying.

“We are not having s*x”. The woman says. “This is a flogging session”.

I look at her. “A what ?”

“I pay a lot for this”. She says, nodding towards the man. “And he is gonna do my nails after … I do not have all day so one of you better pick up that whip”.

Put away my gun and stare at the confused looking man. “Pick up the whip”.

Then I leave, feeling I was somehow lured i to a trap.

*Zac*

As I catch up with Jan’s fancy sports car I flash the siren, making him pull over. Getting out of the car I walk up to the driver's side of his car.

He smiles at me. “Did I do something wrong, officer ?”

“It’s ‘agent’, actually”. I tell him with a smile. “You know what ? I have not written a traffic ticket in years. But when I noticed that you had …”. I turn, kicking the mirror on the driver’s side clean off. “… a broken side mirror, I just couldn’t help myself … because broken mirrors just drive me crazy. So what about you just get out of that car”.

He gives me an annoyed look, but when I open the door he does step out and I smile at him. “There we go”.

Turning him around, I push him against the car and start to frisk him. A small book in his pocket just happens to jump out and fall on the ground when I totally accidentally pull it out. “Oh what is that”.

“That is private, do not touch it”. He says.

“No no no, paragraph 1234 or something, also known as the five second rule. When something falls on the ground it becomes public knowledge”. I have picked it up and am looking through it. “What do we have here, names, addresses, and phone numbers … very interesting”.

As my phone rings I pick it up. “Hay baby, I am just standing here with our friend Jan, he is a total dickhead, but he smells really nice”.

“Yeah well, cut him loose … we have nothing on him”. She says, sounding both pissed and annoyed about it.

I sigh and hang up, looking at the bastard. “Do you know what truth I want to be connected with ? Who killed Nina Clausen ?”

“I don't even know who that is … agent”. He says in a snobbish tone, which only serves to make me want to hit him.

I hand him back his book, by thrusting it into his chest, making him take a step back, before taking the little black journal from my hand. Then I lean in, using my most menacing tone. “I would get that side mirror fixed, because I promise you that you do not want me pulling you over again”.

He scoffs, then he gets into his car, with me glaring at him. Damn I wish I did not have to let him go. I just know that he is involved, but as long as I can’t prove it, I can’t arrest him … or kill him.