Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

161: Nicholas Qet Farnaz In Danger?!

"I've sent Hassan's files to Nicholas Qet Farnaz. I'm already tired. Though you are a famous detective who has authority in various parts of the world. Why don't you just take part in the Police Station anyway?" gerutu Haz while throwing a sharp glare towards the Whisk. The one he looked at just fell silent and let out a long sigh.

For a while, Whisk did not answer Haz's question and dwelled in his mind. I just don't want you to get hurt, Hazelia Lify. If only I had worked at the Police Station, I wouldn't have had time to get to know you better. Also, I will not be able to take care of you if any danger comes your way, he thought.

Of course Whisk couldn't tell Haz that was the reason. However, after looking around from the beginning until now, the long-haired woman had taken very good care of herself.

"Am I outrageous, huh? Do I have to unblock Nich's contacts?" muttered Haz, asked himself—or perhaps, also asked Whisk. "But, he's a real bitch. He's so rock and stubborn! Just like you!"

Whisk looked directly at Haz who was also staring at him. He snorted loudly. He doesn't like to be likened to a Nicholas Qet Farnaz. That's Whisky Woods, Fanolize Rosewood! Uh, wait a minute..why did she admit that she was part of Rosewood?

It seems Haz's drive to convince Whisk that his true identity is not as bad as imagined it works. The reddish-browed man felt a little embarrassed bearing Rosewood in his name. However, he thought that it was his destiny. The inevitable destiny.

"Now you're so boring huh, Fanolize Rosewood," Haz murmured as he played the fine feathers on the pillow he held. "You've become very quiet just because I called you by your real name."

Not like that, Haz, thought the Whisk. He wanted to say what was on his mind. However, unease prevailed until he was unable to say anything, what else was on his mind.

"Hey, Fanolize," call Haz until the owner turns his head and the distance between their faces is only a fraction.

Both Haz's face and Whisk's face instantly met with redness. They immediately turned their eyes in any direction, simultaneously. They look like a pair of teenagers who just first felt the taste of love— in the true sense, of course.

"What, Hazelia Lify?" The whiskey finally opened its voice as well. That is what his interlocutor is waiting for.

Haz was slightly stunned as the look on Whisk's face began to soften as he called out his real name. Usually his face will look very wry, more wry than the face of people who eat ceper fruit.

"When are you going to another country?" ask Haz at first. He didn't know why he called Whisk. And, that was the only question that flashed inside his head.

The whisk was silent for a while, before he finally replied, "Perhaps after all this is done? I've been here almost two months. After all, my visa will last for a year in one country."

Haz only forms his mouth into a large O. He looks calm, but also implies sadness? What else was expected of him after all this was over? Does he wish that the Whisk would keep his promise to always be there for him? He can't be selfish, he knows it.

Whisk glanced at Haz who was putting on a flat face through the tail of his eyes. She was a little disappointed that Haz did not show the slightest sad or sorry look.—only she did not know what the long-haired woman really felt.

I can't expect too much from love. I've had enough of the pain of one lifetime stupidity. I hope I don't get stuck in it anymore, Haz thought.

And, in the midst of the tension between Haz and Whisk, suddenly the reddish-browed man's phone rang out loud. NICHOLAS QET FARNAZ's name is clearly printed on the screen.

Haz was too lazy to respond to that one cop, so he was going to throw all the problems— related to Nich— onto Whisk.

Whisk let out a long sigh and looked at Haz, waiting for the woman to give him her direction: to pick up or ignore the phone. He doesn't want Haz to be mad at him—for umpteenth, maybe for how many times?

In the end, Haz just keeps quiet, completely throwing Nich's affairs to the Whisk alone. He was too tired and too lazy to respond to Nich. She had little idea that Nich was hiding something from them. Whether the story is true or not, the best thing to do is stay away from such people.

The phone stopped ringing without anyone picking it up.

Whisk understood what Haz wanted in his silence. He didn't have the slightest bit of initiative to lift it. She prioritizes Haz's feelings above everything else and, she means it.

The phone rings a second time and Haz yells at the Whisk, "Thank you damn phone! I wonder what else that fellow will say before finally helping the people of Hassan."

Whisk exhaled slowly, then he raised it—although in his heart tucked a little nonchalance.

"Hello?" greet the lazy Whisk.

And, the greeting of the Whisk is only answered using vague whispers that sound like a wind that is mutually unpretentious. Soon, that obscurity was compounded by the loud laughter of someone using a voice-changing device.

Haz and Whisk looked at each other. They immediately understood that it was a code for them: that Nicholas Qet Farnaz had been kidnapped! I don't know who the kidnappers dared to charge them like this.

The phone is also closed.

"Damn it. I think now we should go to the Police Station to check out Nicholas Qet Farnaz. I have a very bad feeling about this," sosor Haz, right after the phone was turned off by the caller using Nich's cell phone.

"Are you sure you're going to come out in this state? We don't know what traps are in front of the exits" Whisk said. Tumben alone he can think clearly and sanely. Usually he would not bother with such little things.

"Nobody said that we have to get through the front door, Fanolize..," said Haz, grinning widely. His brain had already turned around and suggested a few things. "Before that, I will ask you, Fanolize. Without a mattress, you can survive falling from what height?"