Chapter 32: Chapter 32

I stand up straight against the white wall, the smooth texture of it pressed up against my back. When I glance over my shoulder to study the room, emptiness greets me. I hold out my gun in front of me, ready incase I need to shoot at a moments notice. My footsteps are light, silent but deadly.

I quickly glance to my right and see Micah scoping out the room next to mine. His face is a look of concentration. Moments pass and eventually his guard drops and he turns to face me. I grit my teeth in frustration when he shakes his head, signalling he hasn't found Christopher or Calvin Black yet.

"How could they have escaped?" I mutter under my breath, heading for the next room.

"He's a wanted criminal who's just found out his son has betrayed him. We might not find Calvin Black alive." Micah says firmly. I freeze at his words, my stomach twisting in fear.

"Don't say that."

"We have to be realistic Hunter."

"He's alive, okay! I know he is." I hit back at him, the desperation to find Calvin beginning to grow by the second. I stomp my foot on the floor, glancing at the tall ceilings in this place.

They could be anywhere by now. . .

My watch begins to vibrate against my wrist and I glance down at it, frowning at the screen. It's linked up with my phone and I have an incoming message.

"I have an address for Christopher Black's whereabouts." I say excitedly, my eyes scanning over the screen. Micah walks beside me, looking down at the screen. His shoulder bumps mine as he keys in the location on his watch, fingers tapping away quickly.

"It's north of the border, he's planning to leave the country. Possibly by boat." Micah says, a fixed frown on his face. He pauses before turning towards me —

"Who sent you the message? It could be a trap, we can't trust anyone."

I smile as I read who the sender is.

"We can trust Ted." I respond, already remembering the location. I have a photographic memory and I begin to head for the garage, knowing I'll need a ride if I want to catch up with Christopher.

"What about Veronica?" Micah says, right behind me. I shrug my shoulders, strapping my gun to myself before pushing open the garage doors.

"She won't be going anywhere in a hurry." I tell him, a proud smirk on my face. It gives me great pleasure to beat and tie up my FBI boss who I've hated for years. I walk inside the garage to find it empty beside from one large sheet covering something in the corner.

"Please be a motorbike, please be a motorbike." I say out loud as I head towards it. When I pull back the cover and let it drop to the floor, my jaw almost smacks the floor in shock. An electric blue Harley shines back at me and I let out the girliest squeal I've done for a long time.

"It's a damn Harley! A Harley!" I yell out to Micah, jumping up and down. He raises an eyebrow, taking a step away from me.

"What is that noise coming from you?" He questions, an amused smirk on his face. I stop jumping and glare at him in return.

"Shut up, I'm driving by the way." I say hurriedly, already sitting in the front seat. Micah says and secures his gun before walking behind me. My hands grasp the chrome handles and I sigh, in awe at the beautiful vehicle underneath me. When I turn the key and it rumbles to life, I refrain from releasing another squeal. It vibrates underneath me and I have to hold onto it tighter so it doesn't fall to one side. Behind me, Micah lets out a low whistle.

"Are you sure you know how to ride this thing?"

I grin and begin to rev the bike, each purr of it releasing another burst of excitement inside me. I already begin to feel the adrenaline curse through my blood but when I kick back and feel it move forward, I know it's going to be one hell of a ride.

"I guess we'll find out." I laugh loud as we soar through the front garage and into the road. Micah tries to play it cool but I feel his arms tighten around my waist and I know he's slightly scared for his life.

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The bike roars as I skid against the tarmac before coming to an abrupt halt. Behind me, Micah blows out the breath he's been holding for the past half an hour. His deathly grip on my waist loosens and I turn around, running a hand through my hair to tame it back into place.

"Micah, you look pale." I comment, humour lining my voice. He glares at me, standing off the bike before wavering a little.

"You shouldn't be allowed to go near a bike again." He groans, clutching at his stomach. Whilst he composes himself, I turn around and study the location. The GPS details reveal a ferry terminal with several boats lined against the docks. I curse under my breath knowing Christopher Black could have easily escaped using one of these boats. He's the missing puzzle piece we need to take down him and Veronica together . . . We can't go back empty handed or the FBI may refuse to believe our elaborate story.

"I'm going to check this out." I say to Micah over my shoulder before heading for the boat in the very far end. It's smaller than the others, non industrial and probably used for leisure purposes. When I get closer towards it, I raise my eyebrows because this boat is expensive, very expensive.

All the lights on it are turned off and it lightly bobs up and down in the water, an eerie feeling in the night air. Something about this boat is attracting me and I never ignore my FBI instinct. I take my gun out from behind my back and focus on getting on the boat without being seen by anyone inside. It's too easy to climb up the stairs so instead I walk around the wooden harbour, looking for another entrance. The sea air whips around me as I grow closer towards it.

When I inspect the right side of the boat, my eyes land on the word Black written on the side in cursive writing. My stomach knots and I know this can't be a coincidence. A boat was never mentioned in Christopher Black's file but that doesn't surprise me seeing as Veronica left out the fact she's plotting with him to take down the FBI.

I question whether I should call Micah over or not but decide against it because if Christopher Black is on this boat, he'll be armed and dangerous. I jump and grip onto the top of the boat with my left hand before pulling myself up onto it. I slide against the cold surface, my eyes scanning everything on board.

It looks just like any other boat but the aura surrounding it is almost suffocating. I feel like I'm in an action movie, walking towards somebody who's plotting to kill me. That perfectly describes my life working with the FBI . . . Unpredictable and dangerous. I take a deep breath and place both my feet lightly on the wooden floor. I stand up, my gun clutched tightly in my hand.

Wherever Christopher Black is on this boat, I'm going to find him.