The Innocent Target

Chapter Twenty

She set out a map of the area she had to get to. Good thing was it was off the highway route so that meant, less attraction in case of a shoot out. She set herself in a comfortable jeans, t-shirt and finally a jacket on top. A zip up one. Tying her hair up, she checked her bruises. They were setting back okay. It had been two days since she left Vincent and now was in recovery. Better than she thought she could be.

The painkillers from the last accident were helpful. Zipping up her boots, she set her gun in the holster around her hip. Noah had really helped her through. She tucked her pocket knife in as well and checked for the ammo. She was good, hopefully.

She was just tucking in her knife when the door was knocked on. She held it tight behind her and searched through the peephole. She bit her lip at the sight of the human standing outside.

Slowly, unlocking the door, she faced him past an opened door.

"Hello." She nodded at Vincent. He was in his handsome suit once more with a coat on top and the rest of him dressed to perfection. He looked around the room and she locked it shut again, "How did you find me?" She asked with a small grin.

"Closest motel? You have to stop being predictable, Odette."

"Ever stop and think that maybe I was predictable so you could come find me when you were in the right mind?" She bit her lip and he looked back at her sly look and wiggling brows. Surprisingly, he inhaled a deep breath and gave out a very, almost unnoticeable grin. One had to focus to know that Vincent could smile as well.

"Alright. You've got my attention. Where are you going?"

"First, I need you to tell me something." She released a breath. He nodded and took off his coat. She took off her jacket, feeling hot for some reason. She gulped at how his dark blue suit fit perfectly against every muscle on his body.

"What?" He asked. She snapped straight.

"Erm." She licked her lips, "Do you know where Morris is?"

He blinked and shook his head.

"Well, erm, I think I might have a lead." She blew a breath, tucking hands in her back jean pockets.

"Okay?" He tucked his own in his pockets.

"You see when you disappeared, we figured that Morris wasn't after me. It was you." She pointed, "I mean if he wanted me, he would've taken Noah too. So, after figuring that out, we started looking for Morris and the only way we could start was with his warehouses. Where is his... products... are manufactured." She blew a breath, "Yeah, I knew that none of this was about me. I just got dragged in because of Harrison." She bit her bottom lip and walked to him and stood tall. He blinked, blowing a breath, "We found one that I think we can use to our advantage. I was on my way there, right now." She bit her lip.

"Alone?" He cocked a brow.

"Well, I put it off one day in the hope that you'll show." She shrugged, "Call me impatient." She clicked her tongue and chuckled lowly. He released a breath, "Im doing this with or without you, but I would like it if we can put our differences aside and actually try to do this. This isn't just about some big bad boss trying to kill you anymore." He blinked and sighed.

"Sounds like a plan." He nodded and she beamed, releasing a happy breath, "But, you're not going."

"Well, you don't even know where it is." She pouted her lips.

"I'll find it. I've still got Noah's laptop."

"Yeah, about that..." She sucked in a sharp breath, "I deleted that data from the laptop. I knew you boys would try to pull this stunt, so erm, yeah." She fixed his tie, "Honestly, Vincent, stop being so predictable."