These have been a few very excruciatingly long and painful weeks that just seem to never have an end. The longer it takes for James to track down the woman, the longer that thing continues to grow inside of her; and that's something that can't happen.
He was on the brink of giving up -- something that isn't normal for a popstar to do. But it just seems like there's no point.
"Dammit. I'm screwed." Harry sighed, placing his head in his hands. It was all over now.
*knock knock knock*
The rapid knocks on his door snapped him out of his current state. Shaking off the strange feeling, he made his way over to the door and, naturally, he opened it without looking through the peep hole.
"Jo Cordova." Those were the words -- the name -- that left James' mouth as he stood there in Harry's doorway. Harry's eyes went wide as James handed him a blood red folder. That was all Harry needed as he opened the folder, a picture of a girl no older than himself being the first thing he saw.
And this wasn't any ordinary picture either.
"Who's this?"
"Who do you think it is? It's Jo."
"You were watching her like some creep?" He held up the picture of Jo -- her small frame sitting on her front porch, talking to what seemed to be a friend or relative -- for James to see.
"That's my job, Harry. I wrote down the locations she tends to visit often, her daily schedule, her relatives and friends that live close by; anything that might be useful for you in the future. But, if you don't want it, I can always take it back with my money and I'll be on my way."
Harry's eyes said it all as he retreated back inside his house -- the red folder in his hands -- and walked to the back room. Reaching underneath his bed, he pulled out a small safe and immediately spun the dial.
The soft click was heard as he removed a stack of cash, shutting the door and returning it to it's rightful place under his bed.
He was really paying James for what he did. He shouldn't be, but he is.
"Here you go. It's all there."
Why are you doing this to yourself, Harry?
James took the stack of cash out of his hands and walked away. Harry shut the door quickly behind him, looking back to the red folder on the table.
Don't do it, Harry. You know it's wrong.
He sat down in front of it, opening it up to reveal its contents.
Harry.
He pulled out the first sheet of paper in the folder -- the one right on top -- and began reading all about her.
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