As soon as Simon was out of prison, he dialed Emma’s phone number. Not that he had much of a choice; Max was standing right beside him, watching his every move.
“Shouldn’t we have done this at a police station?” Simon wondered, after he hung up. “So, they could track Emma’s phone?”
“No, because then they would’ve gotten in contact with Donovan, and we don’t want that” Max explained, in a teacher manner.
“And why don’t we want that?” Simon asked carefully, but then he figured it out himself. “You didn’t tell him, did you? You’re going behind his back”
“Whatever. I don’t work for Donovan” Max replied defiantly.
“But, then how did te get them to release me?” Simon asked suspiciously.
“I’m Ryan Hardy’s niece” Max shrugged, as if that was some kind of key to open any door. “And I’m a cop… and a woman. I can be very persuasive if I want to be”
About twenty minuti later Simon stepped out of a cab. He couldn’t help but expecting some guy with a green hoodie and a bow and Arrow to pop up in front of him. This was Nottingham, after all, even if it wasn’t the right one.
He pulled out his phone again, and dialed Emma’s number. “I’m here” he told her, looking around in case he’d spot one of the other followers. “What do te want me to do?” He listened as Emma gave him further instructions.
Ten minuti later he entered a squat. Alex was closely behind him. “No one followed him” he nodded at Simon. “Except for me, of course”
“You had someone spy on me?” Simon exclaimed infuriated, looking at Emma.
“Just in case” Emma shrugged. “Give me your phone” she added quickly, when Simon wanted to protest some more.
“Why?” Simon asked, crossing his arms defiantly.
Emma didn’t answer. Instead she signaled at Alex, who quite easily, grabbed the phone out of Simon’s pocket. He handed it to Emma, who tossed it on the floor, and smashed it with the heel of her shoe.
“What the hell was that for?” Simon yelled.
“We can’t take the chance someone’s tapping your phone” Emma replied businesslike. “Alex, can te mostra him where he can sleep?”
After Simon had left with Alex, Molly joined Emma. “Do te trust him?” she asked Emma doubtfully.
“Not for a second” Emma shook her head. “There’s no way he escaped”
“Shouldn’t we have done this at a police station?” Simon wondered, after he hung up. “So, they could track Emma’s phone?”
“No, because then they would’ve gotten in contact with Donovan, and we don’t want that” Max explained, in a teacher manner.
“And why don’t we want that?” Simon asked carefully, but then he figured it out himself. “You didn’t tell him, did you? You’re going behind his back”
“Whatever. I don’t work for Donovan” Max replied defiantly.
“But, then how did te get them to release me?” Simon asked suspiciously.
“I’m Ryan Hardy’s niece” Max shrugged, as if that was some kind of key to open any door. “And I’m a cop… and a woman. I can be very persuasive if I want to be”
About twenty minuti later Simon stepped out of a cab. He couldn’t help but expecting some guy with a green hoodie and a bow and Arrow to pop up in front of him. This was Nottingham, after all, even if it wasn’t the right one.
He pulled out his phone again, and dialed Emma’s number. “I’m here” he told her, looking around in case he’d spot one of the other followers. “What do te want me to do?” He listened as Emma gave him further instructions.
Ten minuti later he entered a squat. Alex was closely behind him. “No one followed him” he nodded at Simon. “Except for me, of course”
“You had someone spy on me?” Simon exclaimed infuriated, looking at Emma.
“Just in case” Emma shrugged. “Give me your phone” she added quickly, when Simon wanted to protest some more.
“Why?” Simon asked, crossing his arms defiantly.
Emma didn’t answer. Instead she signaled at Alex, who quite easily, grabbed the phone out of Simon’s pocket. He handed it to Emma, who tossed it on the floor, and smashed it with the heel of her shoe.
“What the hell was that for?” Simon yelled.
“We can’t take the chance someone’s tapping your phone” Emma replied businesslike. “Alex, can te mostra him where he can sleep?”
After Simon had left with Alex, Molly joined Emma. “Do te trust him?” she asked Emma doubtfully.
“Not for a second” Emma shook her head. “There’s no way he escaped”