Chapter 143: The Reunion
2:45 PM, Saturday, 7 Eastbourne Rd
Levi sat at his desk, elbows propped on top of his desk, fingers intertwined and pressed against his lips. His sharp eyes trained on the letter on the table, an invitation for a reunion from his University. He wondered if Marco received his.
Sam walked out from his kitchen wearing a white tee-shirt and a pair of faded jeans and sneakers. Two spoons and an 8oz cup of ice cream in each hand. She placed one in front of the slicked blond, noticing his stern expression. "What’s the craic?" she asked, leaning in from behind him reading the paper. She placed the spoon in her mouth after dipping it in a pint of vanilla ice cream.
Sam raised her brow in intrigue, "You should go, you’ve been cooped up here for days. Could be fun?" she suggested, almost choking at her own words. She had noticed the changes in him for the past days; he had been antsy lately with the lack of mental stimulation; something she couldn’t provide since she had been consulting on some cases with Anna overseas. Some agent had been found dead yet again abroad, that needed thorough investigation.
Levi scoffed at her suggestion, "It’s a social gathering of eejits--a complete waste of time." He dismissed as he took the ice cream cup and took off its lid. He pondered on taking the case Davies had given him 2 hours ago; about two socialites that had been found dead in their home from a drug overdose a few days apart.
The Irishman inserted the letter back to its envelope and dropped it in the bin beside his desk, and he then leaned back on his chair as he ate the ice cream and continued to ponder on the possible case. He grabbed the file on his coffee table that Davies left for him to read, hoping he’d consider consulting again. But the slicked blond was not in the mood to ’parallel play’ with the Bobbies.
He sighed after hours of deliberation; he decided to take it finally. It was the best he could do, considering his Agency cases had been receiving nothing but boring Infidelity cases that the boys were more than capable of handling by themselves.
It was almost dinner time when the Irishman realized that so much time had passed while he was studying the case, he looked around searching for the redhead, but he realized that he was now alone in his flat. Levi stood up from his spot, making his way to the centre table where a piece of paper was lying on the table.
’Went out to get Chinese, BRB
x Sam’, it said.