The Boy in the Black Hoodie

Chapter Forty-Eight

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Trey's POV 

 A strange, yet delightful smell awakened me from my sleep. I slowly fluttered my eyes open, dearly hoping yesterday had not been a dream. From what I could see, it had all been real.

I was in the same room Carson had shown me yesterday, as so it seemed. In fact, Carson was sitting at a desk in the far right corner of the room, intensely concentrated on whatever he was doing. His eyes were flitting from his notebook, to a stack of files, to the computer screen. He was talking to himself, and he would occasionally shake his head or breathe a small sigh of relief. I'd never seen him so dedicated before. Something big must've been going on. 

I crept quietly over to the desk, curious as to what he was so intent on finding out. He glanced over at me, a smile spreading over his face. There was something different about it, though. I couldn't tell what, but there was something. "Hey," he said. "Sleep well?"

I nodded. "I don't even feel tired anymore."

"That's great," he said, standing up. "You hungry?"

As if on cue, my stomach began rumbling. 

"When was the last time you ate, Trey?" he asked, a sad tone to his voice.

"Four days ago, I think. Maybe five."

Carson bit his lip, eyeing me up and down. His eyes were soft, filled with affection. "I'm going to go get something. Do you want to stay here?"

"Yes, please."

 As much as I didn't want him to leave, I was more than a little bit afraid of meeting new people. The only person I really wanted to talk to—other than Carson, of course—was the guy who had pretty much saved me yesterday. But even he scared me a little bit. 

After Carson left, I walked over to the desk. His notebook was open, but I couldn't tell what he had written. The words were in another language. My guess would be Latin. Carson had always been infatuated with that language, I didn't know why. I averted my gaze to the computer screen. It looked as if he had hacked into someone's email account.

We can't afford to mess around much longer. He knows now. -P

I scrolled down.

I'll do it tomorrow.  -S

P? S? Paul. Samuel. My eyes were wide and terrified as I continued reading.

Good. Kill them. Both of them. With her gone, there's no reason to keep them alive anymore. -P

I suddenly got this nagging feeling that I wasn't supposed to be breathing right now.  The emails ended there, but I knew there was more. More to everything. I just couldn't decide whether I wanted to know or not. 

I walked back over to the bed, my brain more alive than it had been in a long time. I knew of the WIO, and of the FFO. I also knew that Samuel was part of neither. But, I didn't know what exactly he was a part of. All I knew was that he was a part of something. And it wasn't something small. Unknown, maybe, but not small.

He worked alone, on a small island I didn't even know the name of. So I didn't know where he was working. When he was working, he locked the door to his office. I never got to see what he was working on. Ocassionally he'd get a visitor, at which the time I wasn't allowed anywhere near where he was. Hence, I never knew who he was working with. 

I didn't know anything. Samuel had made sure of that. However, by knowing nothing, I had figured out something.

It wasn't something easily covered up. If it was, he wouldn't need to subside on a mysterious island unknown to mostly all of the world. I'd also figured out that if I could get any sort of information about what he was doing, everything would make sense. It wasn't one of those mysteries where you had to find clues in order to solve the problem. The people he was working with...he must've thought I might have recognized them had I caught so much as a glimpse of their faces.