The Legacy

Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

               The speaker on Wes’s office desk beeps to life with the small light flashing red to let him know his secretary was requesting his attention. Pressing the button, her smooth voice filled the air. “Sir, I have some information on that case you had me looking into.”

Interest peaked, Wes straightens in his chair pressing the intercom button to respond, “come on in Miss White.”

A few moments later Claire White is walking through his thick cherry wooden door, her fiery copper hair pulled into a slick ponytail, pale skin complimented by her soft pink sweater and knee length black pencil skirt, nude heels clacking against his white marble floors. Placing a Mandela folder on his desk she steps back, folding her hands in front of her, the perfect image of patience. As Wes opens the folder and begins removing the contents she speaks. “We got an anonymous tip, my informant saying they came across something odd.”

He raises a dark brow at her but his deep brown eyes flick to the address and picture from the file. “This is a Human address. Way out of Super bounds.”

Claire nods once, waiting for him to continue observing the information. Once Wes has looked it over enough, convinced his secretary is onto something he says, “get me a plane ticket, one for yourself and Ajax too. Have a overnight bag prepped for me. We leave no later than this afternoon.”

She gives a curt nod a small smile stretching her scarlet lips, “yes sir.” She spins on her heel and hurries out, eager to carry out his order. Excitement fills her at the prospect at being the one to make a break in this case, her hope of catching her bosses attention alleviating to new levels. Perhaps that comes with the promise of a pay increase. A promotion. And dare she hope, she may finally gain Wes’s affection.

Wes rolls his seat back as Claire leaves the room, his eyes zeroed in on her tight, perky ass. Focus, he tells himself, see this mission through then perhaps take Miss White to a hotel where I could have my wicked way with her. Teach her the ways a man should really touch a woman. The pleasures beyond her comprehension. For now, however, he had to get his business in order. Henry would want to know what Claire had found.

Grabbing the folder he leaves his office, feeling Miss White’s hungry gaze following his every powerful step toward the elevator. He keeps his expression void of any emotion, not alerting her to the fact he has always known of her desire for him. He never cared much, but with her newfound use to him he cannot seem to stop the growing length in his pants. Closing in on his enemy gave him a hard-on. He was so close.

Henry had been antsy since the cargo situation, and the blood left behind without a single trace as to whom it belonged to. What was odd though was how no Poise was taken. If it had been junkies they would have tried to at least smuggled one pack out before jumping. A thief too, they would not have aborted a mission without some sort of prize for their efforts. Unless they were the dumbest thief alive. He did not believe that though. In fact, he knew this person had to be incredibly resourceful. Absolutely no trace of them in their servers, and every Super baby born was logged into their Super database at the hospital when they were born. A hair follicle, blood, saliva, and nail sample were all collected and input to keep track of all Supers born. It was overkill, sure, but they were careful beings. Along with who their family tree was, and once they gained their powers that was logged too. This person was a ghost. Not human, he had made sure of it, the DNA in the blood was definitely Super, but there was no record of them. There was a small possibility the mother had this child in her home and never called the Collection Bank to log their baby, but even that seemed far fetched. It was nearly impossible for a Super child to be overlooked. They needed those records to get into school, to rent or buy a home. It would have been caught at some point. All of this ate at Wes to the point of losing sleep, this lead could not have come sooner. What he could not figure out was why this lead was taking him to California, where no Super except the Villains living in Pits, lived.