CHAPTER 6

After that incident, Eve opened up to Lucy and started talking but she never gave any names or location, she only spoke of the revolution and what they represented.

Lucy seemed baffled by the fact that Eve claimed she never killed anyone.

"Then who was using your bow?" Lucy asked.

"I don't own a bow" was Eve's reply

"Then who does?"

"I can't tell you" she replied and after that never spoke.

Lucy believed her but Joshua believed she was deceiving them.

"So now what?" He asked Lucy.

"Well Sir, I believe if she's trying to protect someone, that someone might also be trying to protect her"

"What is that suppose to mean, you sound exactly like............when last did you see Harry?" his tone has suddenly dropped

"When you send him home"

"Listen we got 3 days before our guest arrives, I don't care how you and Harry go about it but I need all these scoundrels apprehended, so get what ever you need and go get Harry back here"

"Yes Sir" she left, like a child sent on an errand she paced her way out the building. Then it hit her, how was she going to find him; he never left any address neither did he gave any hints of where he lived. She decided to check for clues from the only pharmacy in the district; she had guessed that after suffering such a wound on his skull he might still be on some kind of medication.

The pharmacy stood just opposite the hospital; just like the hospital, there was no actual name on the building, just a sign in the front that says 'pharmacy'. The doors were automated and opened up as Lucy approached them, she was still dress in her black suit and trousers, she also had a pair of shoes that were brightly colored and made no sense with the rest of her clothing.

The building itself had a lot of windows, that had been blinded by shelves stacking different drugs. As Lucy walked in she noticed a young man on a ladder trying to change a light bulb, and after him stood a counter and an old man standing behind it. She walked past the bulb guy and towards the counter

"Good morning"

"Almost was.....how may I help you?" asked the man at the counter; all his hair had gone white and he looked like someone at the edge of death, his eyes were slightly opened and he spoke very slowly.

"Am looking for a man that may have came by here sometime this past week, he has a scar on the back of his neck....also his hair is a bit puffy"

The man stared at her and began tapping his fingers on the counter.

"His he a criminal?"

"No" she replied.

"I don't....."

"Father, am done!" yelled the man who had now climbed down the ladder.

"OK, could you please give Mr. Jack back his ladder?"

"Sure, no problem" the young man said.

"He must have introduced himself as an agent and must have worn a brown coat?" Lucy blurted out so as to affirm her presence.

"Ah, so you're a friend of the guy with the noisy neighbors, uh?" said the man who was almost at the door.

"Noisy neighbors?" asked Lucy.

"Yeah, weird agent.....always conscious of his environment...comes in a while to get sleeping pills and some other drug"

"Do you know where he lives?"

"No, but I'll say it must be close to carpenter's valley"

"Ok, thanks" she said as she made for the door.

Lucy looked at her watch it was just 11:49am,

"It going to be a long day" she muttered and made her way for the door. She knew how big Carpenter's valley was, it was basically one third the whole district and she also knew how noisy the place was, every active industry seems to surround that area. Lucy knew she had to think of a plan if she was ever going to find him that day, so as she slowly find her way towards the valley she thought of a plan.

Harry had left that morning to get to know more locations in the district; he realized a little late that he had forgotten his camera and was now headed home. On getting to his door he noticed it was not locked and after reassuring himself of the weapon safely tucked in his waist bag, he slowly opened the door.

"Mr. Fisher, please come in" said a man comfortably seating on his couch; he was wearing a black shirt and black jeans with black boots, he also had on his left hand a black glove.

"Funny, I should be the one saying that" Harry replied as he walked in and slowly shut the door.

"Long time no see"

"Not long enough I guess" Harry retorted.

"So.....what do you have for me?"

"Progress is slow, it is not easy looking for someone who doesn't want to be found"

"Mr. Fisher, my boss wouldn't be please with such an excuses. After all he has invested in you......don't tell me you're no longer capable"

"First of, all your boss did was pay my hospital bills and in exchange I agreed to help him find the bastard that almost killed me and I have been doing just that"

"No,no, no Mr. Fisher......my boss has done more than that.....tell me, why do you think you are not under enforcer's custody being accused of hiding the identity of Amam, do you really think they bought that story of yours? Secondly, who on earth puts an agent not 100% fit back in the fields?.......clearly that wasn't coincidental.....the very reason you are standing here, breathing, eating, talking is because of us....."

"And who exactly are you.....I mean is not like you gave me any names to work with. Why does your so called boss think am his best chance of finding him?" the man kept quiet, then he got up and walk towards Harry.

"Don't test our patience Mr. Fisher you don't know what we are capable of" he said then he walked pass Harry and opened the front door.

"Nice place you got, a shame you live here alone" he said as he walked out the door. Harry closed the door just enough to not be seen but still have a little opening to see his uninvited guest leave.

When he was almost out of sight, Harry ran into his room, in a frantic search he picked his camera and was running towards the front door when he heard a knock on the door. He stopped just in time to pull out his knife from his bag and then he unlocked the door.

"So, this is where you live" Lucy said.

"How did you......."

"Trust me you do not want to know.....can I come in?"

"Look am kinda in a hurry....."

"To where?" Lucy cut in.

Harry turned to his right to see if he could still catch a glimpse of his departing friend but he was long gone; He was perplexed because the straight road stretches for almost 3 blocks before any other bend "so where did the man disappear to?" he wondered.

"Am I interrupting something?" Lucy asked, noticing his knife.

Harry looked at her, his emotionless face always intact

"What do you want?"

"Chief wants you back"

Harry chuckled but his face didn't show any signs of happiness just the unusual sound coming out his throat.

"What for?"

"He needs all the hands he can get and we've been running short of hands lately"

"I heard there was another murder, how's that going?“

"Will you let me in or not?"

Harry looked up and back at her

"No.....tell him I'll be there tomorrow" he shut the door on her and went to seat on his couch as he heard Lucy angrily banging on the door. He sat there lost in deep thoughts and staring at the door to see if Lucy might burst in but she never did and she eventually left after knocking for almost five minutes, or so she wanted Harry to believe. She waited for a while and was about to resume pounding the wooden door when it bulged open. Harry motioned her to come in, he sat on one end of the couch as Lucy got comfortable on the other end; he now had his note pad in his hand along with a pen and the knife was nowhere to be seen.

"Alright, you're in, now what?" Harry asked.

"If you keep hiding things from me we'll never crack this case"

"Of course we will but a lot of people would be dead by then" Harry replied as he wrote something down.

"If you were sent here, that has to be because you are our best hope of stopping this thing before it worsens" she continued.

"Wrong again....you see

the reason am here is because my friend you just brushed pass on your way here has some powerful friends"

"What friend?" she asked.

Harry sigh and looked at the ceiling for a while then he looked back at her.

"If you want my assistant, first you have to stop acting like you're some mediocre detective"

"I beg your pardon"

"I checked your files, you're not as dumb as you act"

"What files?" her face seemed frozen.

Harry sighed, he didn't want to answer the question.

"I need you to tell me everything that had happened since I left, leave no details behind"

Lucy began describing all the events that took place as Harry attentively listened and took note as she spoke. When she was done he looked down for a minute.

"Does this precinct keep crossbows hanging on the corridor walls somewhere?"

"Of course not" Lucy replied.

"You realized that the lady was an imposter because she answered a question before you even asked,why then didn't you apprehend her at that point?"

"I guessed she was armed.....I wasn't sure at that time what treat she posed"

"There are five floors in the precinct, does each floor have a different alarm that sounds distinct from the next?"

"No" she adjusted her glasses, getting ready for the next question.

"The note you were given, who do you think sent it?"

"Am not permitted to make random guess" she replied with a stern.

"But if you were....who?"

"Who ever she's protecting"

"I see..." he took another note.

"...did you by any chance get a good look at the man that just left?" Harry looked straight at her after asking the question, their eyes locked and everything seemed quiet for almost 10 seconds

"No" she replied.

Harry brushed his hair with his right arm, moving from his temple back to the scar on his neck.

"Alright then, I guess we are done here"

"No....not yet" Lucy said.

"What do you mean?"

"You wanted my honesty, well I also require yours too" Harry chuckled already seeing where this is going.

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

"What type of threat are we dealing with?"

"Not sure yet, but it might be a B-class threat"

"How did you lay your hands on my files?"

"Being me has its moments"

Harry knew she wasn't satisfy with that answer but he also knew she wasn't going to ask about it again, they stared at each other as if it was a form of communication then Harry finally broke the long silence.

"I guess you'll be on your way now"

"Yes.....I guess I will see you tomorrow"

Harry nodded and sat watching as Lucy got up and left without saying another word.