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It had been over two weeks since Jarod’s latest call and they haven’t had any kind of lead on him since then
 
So it wasn’t to anyone’s surprise that Miss Parker was very frustrated and angry.
 
And of course Broots was the one who had to suffer from the bad mood she was in.
 
That’s why he was really surprised when she walked in one Monday morning and friendly greeted him.
 
“Good morning, Broots! How was your weekend? Is Debbie doing fine?”
 
He was too shocked to answer.
 
She looked concerned at him.
 
“Broots? Is everything alright? You look like very pale.”
 
He tried to speak and after a few moments he was able to form whole sentences.
 
“No, thanks, Miss Parker. I’m fine. Debbie’s fine. We had a nice weekend. And I was just irritated.”
 
She looked at him in confusion.
 
So he thought he had to tell her what had irritated him.
 
“It’s just that you seem to be very happy.”
 
“And? Is anything wrong about me being happy?”
 
She nicely smiled at him and it was very hard for her to not laugh out loud. He was so right and she knew it. But she couldn’t tell him the truth and so she had to torture him a little, only a little. He was used to be tortured much more.
 
“Of course not, Miss Parker. I’m glad you seem to be happy. It’s just, just unusual.”
 
She looked at him and smiled even more.
 
“Well, you should better get used to it, Broots.”
 
And with these words she walked away.
 
She entered her office and sat down.
 
It wasn’t long and she was deep in thoughts of the last days.
 
She wondered how only a few days could make such a difference.
 
 
Friday evening
 
Miss Parker had arrived early at home because she had no lead on Jarod. There hadn’t been much to do for her at work and she had decided she should use the time to read a book. She hadn’t read for years because she was just too busy with the whole chase thing.
 
She had changed her short skirt and her satin blouse and had put on a pair of jeans and a big, but very comfortable sweatshirt, and now was sitting in front of her carmine with a cup of tea in her hands.
 
When she was thinking about which book to chose her phone rang.
 
She picked it up.
 
“Yes?”
 
Silence.
 
“Hello?”
 
Still silence.
 
“Hello?” She asked again.
 
Then she heard his voice on the other end of the line.
 
“Miss Parker?”
 
“Yes?”
 
“Has anything happened?”
 
“Jarod? What are you talking about?”
 
“Well, you just answered the phone with ‘Yes?’. That confused me.”
 
“No, Jarod. I’m okay. And how are you?”
 
Was SHE really playing HIS game?!
 
“I’m fine, Miss Parker.”
 
“So, why are you exactly calling me if everything’s just fine?”
 
Now she was really curious.
 
“There’s something I wanted to tell you.”
 
“Okay?”
 
“I prefer to not talk about this on the phone …”
 
“Jarod? What are you up to?”
 
He hesitated.
 
“Miss Parker? Can you met me tonight?”
 
“Jarod? Are you nuts? It’s still my job to bring you back to the Centre.”
 
“Oh, I know this, but it’s really important and I’m not sure that you’re going to bring me back as soon as I’ve told you the news.”
 
Now it was her part to hesitate.
 

“Okay. You know where I was used to go when I was young. Ten o’clock?”

 

“Okay.”

 
“Okay.”
 
He couldn’t hear her last words because he had already ended the conversation.
 
09:58 pm – a place only the two of them know about
 
She was waiting for him when he entered the scene.
 
When he came nearer she had already recognized his presence.
 
“Good evening, Miss Parker.”
 
“Good evening, Jarod.”
 
It was really absurd that they were talking in this formal way.
 
She hadn’t even brought her gun with her and he was acting as if they would often have this kind of late night meetings.
 
“Jarod?”
 
“Yeah, Miss Parker?”
 
“Why am I here?”
 
“Because you agreed to meet me.”
 
“I know this and you know what I’m talking about.”
 
“I have news for you.”
 
“You already said this on the phone.”
“I know.”
 
“Jarod?”
 
Normally, he had no problems to tell anyone good news, but this would change everything.
 
“It’s about my parents.”
 
She looked at him.”
 
“And why are you’re going to tell me news about your parents?”
 
“Because it’s also about your Mum.”
 
“My Mum?” 

“She’s alive.”


 









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