Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly. Steadily.
Athena commanded herself, her hand on her chest as she inhaled deeply and exhaled softly. She was going to be okay. She wasn’t going to be captured by Morgan ever again.
"I can’t imagine what would have happened to us if LadyBug wasn’t on our side, you know..." Heron continued, oblivious he had an eavesdropper closeby.
"Yeah, it would have been disastrous. They would have made a mess of us today..."
Athena noted that this second speaker was the same person she had heard talking with Heron those many nights ago, when she had first invaded the hideout of the Scorpion’s gang—the night when she and Ewan had almost died from dangerous smoke inhalation.
Her breath seized as the men continued to talk about the LadyBug and the strategic position the coded person occupied in the operation. Turns out, LadyBug was a female.
"Athena wouldn’t know what hit her... I can’t wait to see her face when LadyBug reveals herself."
So, LadyBug was closer than she thought too? Who could that be? Athena ran a thorough check on the possibility of LadyBug being a friend, but nothing came up.
She would have thought of Madam Ruby, since the widow seemed to have a lot up her sleeve, but the males had talked about the unknown woman being close to her, and not Ewan.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she finally realized that the voices were getting closer. They were climbing up the stairs! This meant they were on the same floor as she and Ewan!
Inhaling sharply, she turned around and walked—fast, yet very lightly on her feet—so as not to alert the two men that there was an eavesdropper, back to the room.
Inside the room, she shut the door softly, making sure it didn’t thud; no need to inform the males that there was even someone on the floor.
Was this fate? She wondered, her eyes still shut. Even if Morgan wasn’t with them, capturing Heron and whoever that second male was, should be a huge step in the play.
Like Heronica, Heron was an important member in Morgan’s inner circle. So, if they could capture him, then there was a sixty percent chance that they could get to Morgan on their next try.
Yet, who was LadyBug? Athena felt more inclined to catch this person first.
"Athena, did something happen?"
Athena’s eyes instantly shot open when she heard Ewan’s groggy voice. He was awake! Good timing!
"Hey..." She muttered, sauntering steadily to the beds, taking a seat on hers such that the distance between her and a sitting Ewan was merely two feet.
"What happened? Did you see something?" Ewan repeated his question, his earlier zeal for food forgotten.
How could he think of food when Athena’s face was paler than usual? Did she see something outside the room? Maybe an orgy?
The thought of that—the remembrance of how her face had been that night Gianna was missing for a couple of minutes; when she had seen so many couples in that room—brought a soft smile to his face.
"What’s funny?" Athena frowned before she could help it, swearing to give Ewan a knock if he talked some flirty nonsense like before. She wasn’t in that mood!
"Nothing much. I just remembered an old memory. Never mind about it. Tell me what happened."
Athena would have pressed further about the memory to satiate her curiosity, but the matter she had just witnessed was far more important. "I overheard Heron with another gang member talking... they are staying in this hotel, on the same floor as us."
The rest of the sleep and tiredness hanging around Ewan’s eyes cleared out. "You heard them now? Like right now?"
Athena nodded, sensing the urgency in Ewan’s tone.
"Do you think Morgan is with them? What were they saying?"
Athena bit her lip and shrugged. "I don’t know if Morgan is with them. But they talked about a LadyBug who was working with them, a woman who is quite close to me."
Ewan raised a brow. "LadyBug? Who do you think that is?"
"I don’t know, Ewan. All my friends are loyal."
"Sure?"
Athena frowned again. The loyalty of her friends couldn’t be shaken. Secondly, it was only Gianna who knew of this life of hers—Gianna and Susan.
The first was her best friend, and the second would never be caught dead working with the gang. So, no. It must be someone else.
Who then?
As she sank deep into her thoughts, reviewing her friendships, Ewan reached for his phone and dialed Spider.
"Found the location of Morgan?"
"Yes, he is lodging in Hotel Laurent."
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