GraveYard // Chris Evans

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Grandfather's House

"Christopher! What the hell are you doing?"

Chris puts his hands up to calm the old man.

"Look what they have done!"

Chris looks at the message on the side of his car.

"Christopher!"

"Grandfather, I am thinking. I am thinking."

"You need to get this under control boy! Get this bullshit under control!"

Chris nods his head knowing he is no farther along with this case as he was yesterday.

His grandfather walks around looking at the brand new car gone. "This is just bullshit!"

He pulls out his phone making the call.

Chris walks away from the others looking out over the bay.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ana, it's me."

"Christopher? What are you calling me for?"

He rubs the back of his head frustrated.

"Christopher?"

"I need background Ana and I need background done underground."

The phone goes silent.

"Ana?"

"I can do what you want but who am I looking up?"

"Brooklyn Blackwood."

Again silence.

"Ana!"

"You are asking me to look up someone who has been dead for over 10 years."

"What?"

"I'm not fucking with you Christopher, that name is dead. Brooklyn Blackwood was killed almost 10 years ago in an armed robbery of her father's corner store."

He swallows back, "Any part of that sound believable to you Ana?"

"I think this is when I tell you to just stop looking Chris."

His brows come together.

"Because this story, will end with your blood on the floor."

Chris closes his eyes as the phone goes completely silent.

Two Hours Outside Boston

I toss the car into park looking at the cabin in front of us.

Harlow gets out looking over at me, "Where the hell are we?"

I look back at the door of the cabin as the older man walks out.

Old man O'Brien.

Harlow leaves her door open looking at him, "Where did you bring us?"

"Girls." His old Irish accent is thick.

"Hey Scully." I smile back at him.

Harlow glares back at me, "What the fuck are you doing?"

I glance back at her, "We have a meeting with the heads of the Irish Clans today."

"You do know our last names right?"

"Honey, I think you need to have yourself a Guinness and listen to the beautiful music." Scully smirks back at Harlow.

Harlow puts on a smile nodding her head, "I am gonna end up dead today."