The Source

Part 2

Meanwhile, our handsome Miss Freen was on the way to an abandoned warehouse to meet up with the leader of The Source. She parked her bright yellow Audi R8 Spyder in front of the building, grabbed the painting making sure it didn't have any creases from being folded up for so long, and walked inside. 

There was a single spotlight in the middle of the dark warehouse with a desk and two chairs on either side. The warehouse may have looked empty, but Freen knew that in all of that darkness, maybe 10 or 20 members of The Source were just waiting there quietly. 

Freen sat down as usual to wait for his dramatic entrance setting the painting down on top of the desk. The sound of clapping echoed throughout the gloomy warehouse. Freen closed her eyes already annoyed by the person she was meeting. When she opened them, the guy was sitting right in front of her his eyes focused on her crossed legs which she quickly uncrossed.

"Bravo, Sarocha! You do have an amazing talent for stealing. I'm glad you decided that our cause was worthy enough to stay. You're looking extra sexy tonight." 

Freen rolled her eyes. The Source doesn't allow anyone to give out their names so the guy in front of her is known as Leader. He has a scorpion tattoo on the side of his face which makes him unmistakable.

"You know I've never failed you since the first time you forced me to join you five years ago. I already took a liking to it so why not do it for fun? Keeps me from getting bored at home. Why did she send you this time? She knows I don't like talking with imbeciles." 

Leader laughed.

"It was a family night. You know how her wife gets when she wants attention. I bet you remember just how much she likes to be the center of attention with that beautiful mouth of hers." 

Disgusting! Freen had met the founder of The Source about three years ago. They had a pleasant relationship after she stopped threatening her with the family secret she so desperately wanted to keep hidden. Unfortunately, she also met the wife of the founder as well and almost got killed for what she did. One night of passion with the founder's wife after they met at a party Freen still had the scars on her back as a reminder never to touch her again. It's a miracle the founder didn't kill her at the time. 

"Anyway, I heard you bid on The Fortune Teller. Is that also for the cause?" 

He smiled wickedly.

"Of course it is. They'll bring it to my house tomorrow and I'll have Nathaniel make an exact duplicate. After that, you can sell it, burn it, or whatever." 

He rubbed his hands together excitedly. Freen had noticed that all he ever thought about was money or sex, nothing else. She didn't understand how the founder had allowed him to be a part of the cause, but that was her decision and Freen didn't care enough to ask about it.

"Good! It's a pleasure doing business with you as always." 

He extended his hand to her, but she didn't take it. 

"Let me know when you decide you want a real man to teach you a few things." 

She stood up from the chair immediately and left the warehouse. She got into her car and drove back home.

While Miss Freen gets home, let's check up on Becky who obviously won't have any luck tonight since The Artist was right in front of her face and she let her go.

"Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!" 

Robert hit his fists on the hood of the patrol car startling everyone around him.