Chapter 113: The Artist
A month later. East Ham, London
It’s been almost a month since Sam returned, she was now living in a new house in Camden Town.
Not only that, but she was also reinstated as Director of Forensics and was happy to have things back to normal. As normal as it can be, that is considering the Press was still up to get her, though she had refused to comment on anything; never really liking the Media attention.
It was 2:32 in the morning when her phone vibrated on the bedside table to her left, which she happily ignored. Whoever it was could wait. She was busy at the moment, her brain releasing oxytocin, accompanied by endorphins. These hormones surging through her synapses, filling her with pleasure.
But her mobile phone vibrated yet again, this time she knew it was from Levi, based on the personalized ringtone of his voice shouting ’GOBSHITE!’, something she recorded weeks before when she was staying at 7 Eastbourne Rd. The man could really cuss when he was cross, and he was often cross at the simplest things.
Sam paused, panting. Sweat dripping down her bare body, hair in disarray and she grabbed the phone on the bedside table, and read the messages;
The first message was from Marco, it read:
Hey, Sam. We may need some help on a case, Sussex Road.
Thank you.
And the second message was from the slicked blond.
In need of assistance at Sussex Road. Now.
Sam raised a curious brow, it’s been a while since she worked with Levi on a case. They had been both busy with their own work. Her reviewing past cases, and him with his sleuthing business.