Try Begging - Chapter 151.2
“The evidence of indiscretion is gone, so if I were you, I’d feel relieved.”
The commander frowned in displeasure at Leon’s taunt.
“Indeed, the woman’s disappearance must not be entirely pleasing to you.”
Even if all physical evidence was cleanly destroyed, the biggest evidence and witness of the commander’s misconduct was still out there, somewhere in the world. To the commander, it must feel like living with a time bomb whose detonator had been lost.
“Major Winston.”
The commander calmed his expression and changed the subject.
“You know that’s not the only reason I called you here today.”
Of course, Leon hadn’t forgotten the terms of their deal. He placed an envelope that had been leaning on the chair on the commander’s desk.
The commander opened the envelope and slowly checked the contents. Even after obtaining what he wanted, his expression did not brighten.
It couldn’t.
The envelope contained records and evidence of the assassination operation from their headquarters, including those directly or indirectly involving the commander.
“I hope there are no copies.”
Leon shook his head to show there were none. No copies existed, of course, but there were other things.
After finishing their business, Leon returned to the headquarters of the First Special Missions Unit, which was one floor below. The atmosphere in the office was more hectic than thirty minutes earlier. Soldiers bustled about, and several officers were engaged in intense phone conversations.
“Major, you’ve arrived.”
The officers were standing in front of a map, engaging in a serious discussion, when one of them, a captain, first noticed Leon and saluted him.
“What’s going on?”
“We just received another tip.”
Campbell, who noticed the subtle change in Leon’s expression, quickly added.
“It’s a tip related to the remnants’ hideout.”
“Proceed as planned. Keep up the good work.”
Leon quickly lost interest and headed towards his office inside the headquarters. As he passed the aide’s office, he glanced at Campbell’s desk. One of the two phones was dedicated to receiving tips from the woman. The other phone rang incessantly all day, but that one rarely did.
It was just then that he felt a strong craving for a cigar.
“Niels. Was the informant a woman this time, too?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Ah, that’s a good sign. The tip is likely to be accurate. Another honorary member will be born.”
Overhearing the conversation behind him as he was about to enter his office, Leon paused.
A woman. A tip. An accurate tip. Again, a woman.
A peculiar intuition began to stir.
“What was that all about?”
He stepped back into the office to ask in detail.
“Oh, it’s nothing major. It’s just a superstition going around the office that if the informant is a young woman, the operation is bound to succeed.”
“Because the tips are accurate?”
“Yes, Major.”
A spark of life returned to Leon’s eyes, which had been dull for weeks.
“Bring me the records of the tips, now!”
“Ugh…”
As soon as Grace entered her hotel room, she kicked off her shoes and hat and flopped down on the bed.
“Ah… I finally feel like I can live.”
A groan came out of her involuntarily.
There wasn’t a part of her body that didn’t ache—legs, back, everything felt sore. In the past, a four-hour train ride wouldn’t have left her this exhausted. Lying down without even removing her clothes or taking a bath was something she would never normally do.
“Just a little rest…”
Grace removed the thin gold ring she had been wearing to appear married and placed it on the nightstand before letting out a sigh. The clock on the nightstand indicated it was nine P.M.
At least, she really should remove her makeup…
If she stayed lying down, she was sure to fall asleep, and her ‘just a moment’ would extend until the sun rose.
While on the train, she had ambitiously planned to fill the bathtub for a long soak once she reached the hotel, but now she could barely muster the energy to get up and undress.
Grace wriggled out of her coat and clothes while still lying down, piling them carelessly on one side of the bed.
The man, with his extreme cleanliness, would have freaked out to see this.
“Ah… this is so comfy.”
She stretched her legs out and let out a pleasant moan. The businessman in the same train compartment had recommended this hotel for its reasonable rates and good facilities, and he was right.
“Phew…”
Since escaping from Blackburn, she had been constantly moving from one hotel to another. Initially, this wasn’t her plan at all. She intended to go straight to the capital from Anderton, claim her mother’s inheritance, and then create a fake passport to take a ship from a southern port to Columbia.
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