Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 81

"Fair enough. I take it no one has been arrested?" Although it was hard for me to bring up this question, I still had to ask it. The shit was getting worse and worse and somehow, I felt I had no support from the authorities in Bali. I really didn't want to believe that those who were supposed to protect citizens could be involved in something like this. It made me sick to my stomach. 

"Unfortunately, you are right Rebecca, no one has been arrested. I tried to establish a link between our authorities and those in Bali, but each time I ran into closed doors. Either there weren't enough resources, or their superiors were nowhere to be found. This is getting on my nerves."    

"I understand. But yes, from what you're telling me, it's pretty serious. As I unfortunately can't go to the agency yet, as I'm undercover, I'll try to do some outside research. Now tell me, is there anything else I should know? "

"Unfortunately, yes. It's a gang of outlaws about whom we have reliable information that they want to smuggle drugs into the country." I faced such missions almost daily, but my major concern remained Tom and what he was involved in. 

And since, unfortunately, they killed him before I could get much out of him; I was now working with what I had. The only one who could have unraveled any of this was Zack, but this werewolf needed to be tracked a lot. If it was easy before, now that I knew what kind of beast was inside him, it made the job a dozen times harder. 

"Fill me in on everything, Logan!" I ordered him imperiously, walking towards the wide-open window. I could feel the cool air blowing through my hair. It was like a new beginning, one that perhaps I desperately needed.

Immediately after my words, Logan pushed two folders onto the coffee table. I walked over and picked up the first one to study it.

"Oscar Hunt, the head of the network, which, by the way, is a small network, but one with infinite resources, will get shipments of drugs sometime next week. We still don't know the location and time. That's what our undercover agent is working as we speak. We'll have the information in a couple of days. Hunt's right-hand man, Freddy Hill, is actually a cousin of his. So, these things run in the family."   

"But why, Logan? What is the reason for bringing the drugs? You said yourself they're a small network. Is there something else going on? I don't know why I get the impression that somewhere up there is this mission demanded of them and these poor guys are just a scapegoat. How much stuff are we talking about?"

"About three shipments, fairly large boats. That's what our agent could find out. He's infiltrated well, and Hunt trusts him. I'll see him in a couple of days to give me the last details." 

"You love him, right, boss?" I couldn't say no because it was a lie. 

"Yes, Logan, I love him," I said firmly in my words, dropping gently onto the back of the chair I had sat on in the meantime. 

"Hey, you deserve the best. Ever since the Agency, you have had no time for yourself. Missions upon missions and you when? Maybe I'm not the one to tell you that happiness was made for people like you too, but that's the way it is" I liked Logan's words. They made me happy, but he didn't even know part of the truth. Suddenly, I fell into thought. I loved him and it seemed like he felt something as well. Then why didn't he mark me as his? And to think that a few months ago I didn't even believe in such a thing and now I was clinging to something so normal for people like Dominic. It was bound to claim me if I really was his Luna and he loved me. 

"Thank you, Logan. Now go to the Agency and don't stop investigating until we shut down that shipment. I'm really curious who's actually behind the deal," I voiced out loud the last sentence. Although I kind of had a hunch. "In the meantime, I have something else to do" My surface job also took time and if I was honest with myself, I really liked what I was doing. I saw it as an escape from the hell I was in. 

Without another word, Logan walked out with the files under his arm. I sighed deeply, pouring myself another big mug of coffee. I still hadn't recovered from the hours of flying, but there was no time for rest.