The Brink | Day - 29 | 502

Chapter 10 Cont.

“They went to Ivan’s warehouse on the pier,” Emma said directly.

Brent chewed his mouth of food and swallowed as he thought then said, “and?”

Emma’s face dropped as her eyes narrowed, “really? You don’t find that interesting?”

“Ivan was picked up by the other agency, I’m sure they’d find it wildly interesting,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Well if that isn’t good enough then just know they are here.”

Brent put a piece of crab meat in his mouth and said through the food and nodded with his head towards the bars, “I know, I saw Praza at the food.”

She glared at him then after a pause said, “Zeleny’s with them.”

Brent stopped chewing as he stared at her then after a long pause finished chewing. He took a long drink of his beer and set it back down then gently cleared his throat. “I know you and Praza have history,” he said with a flat face.

Her eyes softened but her gaze held strong, “and?” she asked simply.

His hands clasped together on the edge of the table as he looked her in the eye and said, “And I think you have done enough for us, for me, with this.”

“So that’s it? Three of the four people you have had me tailing are here in the restaurant and you just want me to give up and walk away?” Her pursed lips and hushed yelling was louder than she thought and other tables near looked her way.

Brent’s eyes widened as he gave her a look to stop then replied, “you’ve done enough and that is all we need. It’s not hard, you did your job. Now go find another one.”

She sat back in her chair and looked at Brent with a perplexed look on her face. Brent went back to his food and broke another part of a leg open, the juice splattering across the table and a few dots landed on Emma. “Sorry,” he muttered.

Emma shook her head then looked up in frustration at the ceiling. She sat like that for over a minute then finally her head dropped to look at Brent and she said, “fine. If that’s how you want to be I’ll just go back over to that “other agency” that you hate so much and tell them everything I know. They’ll be happy to have me.”

Brent chuckled a few times then began to laugh a full bellied laugh. He had to cover his mouth a couple of times to keep food from blasting out with a laugh. He finally got himself under control and his laughter slowed to a chuckle before he could ask stuttering and halting, “what ever makes you think that?”

Her eyes turned to daggers as she glared at Brent then stood up and pushed her chair under the table with enough force it made his beer slosh in the glass. She turned and walked across the room to a table along the wall.

Continued