Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
50. Hunt: Whisky Woods Ver. (Part 1)
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
[Whiskey Woods]
Whisk finally returns to the apartment as directed by Haz.
After parking the car in the parking lot of the apartment, Whisk immediately got down and ran into the apartment with Nich still standing guard there.
"You're back, Monsieur!" nich exclaimed as he watched Whisk walk around the deoan apartment to find himself.
"Yes," replied the short Whisk.
Whisk looked at Nich who was waiting for a statement from him—meaning from Whisk back to that place. The reddish-browed man scratched his non-itchy head. He doesn't know whether to be honest or not.
Haz tells Whisk to retrieve what is the most needed piece of evidence in the bathroom of his apartment. But the reddish-browed man won't be able to pick it up secretly because Nich will keep a close eye on his movements.
Do I go to sewer until night, and then I'll go back to this place? ask the whiskey in your heart.
Whisk looked at Nich who was staring back at him, waiting for him to speak.
"I don't think there's anything else I need to see inside here" the Whisk said. "Continue your guard. See you next time, Cop. Nicholas." Whisk stared at the tag name that was wedged in Nich's right chest, then smiled at him.
The whisk soon passed after getting a smile reply from Nich. He threw himself into the driver's seat while keeping a close eye on Nich, who stared intently from behind the car window. For a moment, Whisk was horrified by that gaze, as if hiding something.
The tring!
A message goes inside the Whisk phone just before the Whisk will hit the gas pedal. It's from Haz. When it comes to Hazelia Lify, Whisk must be quick. Unintentional. It's a reflex when you like someone. But when he liked Milla, he never got over like that. It was the first time Whisk became a true 'love slave' for liking Haz.
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Haz: Are you in my apartment?
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The whiskey smiled as he read it. He immediately replied to the message.
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Whisk: Yeah, I did.
Whisk: But I feel like something's wrong with that cop named Nicholas. I don't know what I'm feeling. I am so sure of this uncomfortable feeling.
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Not until a minute after Whisk sent Haz a message, he got a reply from the woman.
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Haz: After you left, I got an answer from Tyas Reddish.
Whisk: What do you get?
Haz: Something surprising.
Haz: Of course.
Haz: I know you intend to come back at night and it was a very good decision. Now, hurry up and get out of there.
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Whisk glanced at Nich who was not there. The feeling is really bad. He agrees with Haz's orders to leave.
Whisk puts a wireless headset on his ear and answers Haz's call.
"You've been out of there?" ask Haz from across the street. A rowdy atmosphere rang out, so the Whisk realized that the woman was in a dump that had not closed.
"I just left the apartment. What's up?" Whisk asked as he swerved in the fork.
"Don't go to sewer first" said Haz, "look behind your car. Someone must have followed. You better take Alkaf and Jelkesya to go to the cafe or you yourself go there. He wouldn't dare to act when he was in a place with many people."
"Just get to the point, Hazelia Lify. What do you know?" ask Whisk. He glanced at the rearview and sure enough, someone was following him back there.
"Oh no!" yell Haz from across there.
"What's wrong?" Whisk panicked if Haz had spoken bad words.
"Thomas Bara is here. Damn it. The two sniffer dog-skinned foxes really took everything into account" Haz replied.
"Are you okay?" ask Whisk.
There is no answer from Haz, but the Whisk knows that Haz is listening. The woman could not speak to him at the time. He's got.
Whisk also knows that Haz desperately needs support. Therefore, she did not turn off the phone, but rather: take off the headset; activate speaker mode; and tune into the jazz songs sung by Olivia Ong in her album entitled "A Girl Meets Bossanova", which was also used to track the music", it consists of two parts.
The whiskey itself enjoyed it again. While driving a car to a nearby cafe, he hummed.
Whisk also did not forget to glance at the rearview mirror. He's still being followed by a car Nich might be driving.
Looks like Hazelia muteed for a moment. It must have been there he struggled a lot, thought Whisk.
When you see a cafe that is quite crowded, Whisk immediately turn and park the car in the parking lot.
The cafe consists of three parts: in the courtyard, neatly arranged tables and chairs; in the inside of the cafe; and on the second floor.
The gazes of the people sitting in the cafe courtyard, especially the girls, turned to Whisk as he descended the car. They're whispering.
As for the Whisk, he was already used to it. So, he ignored her and went inside the cafe.
The car that followed him was parked across from the cafe. Not getting into the parking lot. Whisk glanced at it for a moment. The car's glass was rebranded, so it was hard for him to see who was in there. He can only guess.
Whisk has an idea. He would have gone upstairs only, if the place wasn't full and he sure wasn't.
A male servant immediately approached the Whisk and asked in quite messy English, "Want to sit on which side?"
Whisk smiled at him. "I can speak Indonesian, Mas" he said.
The man's servant blushed. "Sorry," he said shyly, "I didn't know you could speak Indonesian, Sir."
"I'll sit upstairs. Is the top floor full?" ask Whisk. His eyes were still glancing at the car across there.
"There is still something empty. Let me drop off," the man's maid kindly asked.
Arriving at the top, Whisk noticed there were some empty benches. One of them is near a window that directly highlights the car. He would prefer to sit there.
"What message do you want?" The man's servant was still there.
"I ordered the French Toast Cinnamon and Chamomile tea one yes, Mas," replied Whisk. "Thank you."
The man's servant immediately left in front of the Whisk.
And .. There the man grazed reddishly for the next fifteen minutes waiting for his order while keeping an eye on the car parked across the cafe, maybe someone came out of it.
