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“Who the hell is Agent X?” Seer asks impatiently. “And what have they got to do with Abigail Miller?”
“Agent X is Abigail Miller,” Snake replies. He clicks on a link, and a picture pops up; a shadowy figure in a black ensemble under a dim streetlight. Something about the figure pokes at my senses. Could this be…?
“Look at this…,” Snake says, zooming in on the picture. “It’s definitely Abigail Miller. Well, the photo is tricky because the hair is different, and she ducked her head, but there’s no mistaking the little birthmark on the left side of her neck just beneath her jawline.”
I look closer, and there it is…a dark, almost heart-shaped blot on her neck. There’s no way it’s a coincidence…no two persons can have similarly shaped birthmarks on exactly the same spot.
“The height and posture match, too,” Snake continues.
“So…what about Agent X?” I ask. “What’s her deal?”
“Agent X is a legendary enforcer. Nobody knows her real identity, but she’s infamous for leaving behind blood and chaos wherever she goes. There are whispers about her being linked to Xavier Farrell’s case that happened about two years ago.”
“The one where Xavier Farrell went to prison for drug abuse and homicide right before the Mayoral elections?” Seer asks with a thoughtful frown.
“That very one,” Snake replies. “He had the people on his side, so everyone was shocked when the police found the brutalized body of that bar hostess in his private villa uptown. He died in prison even before his trial commenced. His death was ruled as suicide, but rumor has it that he was killed in there.”
“How’s Abigail…,” I purse my lips. It doesn’t feel right to associate her name with any of this, even though she’s right in the middle of it all. “How’s Agent X involved in Farrell’s case?” I ask.
“There are rumors that she was the one who set Farrell up,” Snake replies. “Just as she did to Bones.”
“If that’s true,” Seer drawls thoughtfully, “does that mean Anderson was involved in the whole thing? Who did Farrell’s downfall benefit the most?”
“Gary Craig, of course,” Snake replies with an ironic scoff. “The current Mayor. After Farrell's scandal, his approval rating went from almost nothing to a whopping 96 percent.”
With everything Snake said, the current Mayor and Anderson are definitely allies. If that’s true, why did Anderson send Abigail to execute the Mayor in his hospital room? Does that mean there’s friction between them? Why?
It seems that with each new discovery about Anderson Grey, I have to find the answers to ten more questions.
Anyway, this means I’ve already figured out one of Anderson’s cards. I just need to find solid evidence that’ll put the bastard away for life.
“What do you think, Prez?” Seer asks, looking at me with a thoughtful expression.
“I think we should not jump to conclusions,” I reply with a small sigh. “We can’t conclude that Abigail Miller is Agent X based on the rumors flying about on the dark web. People make these things up for fun.”
“There’s one more thing,” Snake says. “A random user swore that someone is asking around about a description that fits her perfectly. If someone is looking for her, does that mean she’s missing? That’s because Agent X – Abigail Miller is here. It all fits, Prez.”
“Even if all of these are true, there’s no way to connect any of it to Anderson Grey,” I say. “Let’s not forget, Anderson is the target, not Agent X – or Abigail Miller.”
Why am I defending her? Maybe because despite the almost irrefutable evidence glaring at me in the face, I’m having a hard time piecing together the picture of the ruthless being that Snake is painting to the woman I have come to know in the past few days. It just doesn’t fit….
A killer and manipulator. Could she really be that and more? Of course, even if she is, something tells me it wouldn’t matter.
What does that mean?
I don’t think I want to explore my feelings and actions toward Abigail right now…they are a bit complicated.
“Who else have you told all of these?” I ask, raising a brow at Snake.
He shrugs. “No one.”
I give him a nod of approval. “Keep it that way for now,” I say quietly.
Snake nods his head in response. “Sure thing, Prez. Excuse me,” he says and turns to leave.
Seer waits until Snake closes the door behind him before turning to me, his brows pulled together in a thoughtful frown. “What are you thinking?”
I fold my hands over my chest and turn to study the setting sun once again. The huge orange globe is almost completely swallowed by the clouds, a vague reminder of how vain the concept of time really is.
