Evelyn wanted to come clean to Eric, tell him about her, what she knew about him, but realized now that it only made things worse between them. She sighed before she took the call, seeing how Eric looked at her. She saw him thinking and wondered if it was about what she told him just a few seconds ago. Still, she listened to the caller and realized that she was needed; big time.
As soon as she ended the call she saw the dark features on his face and before she could even say anything, Eric was already talking. Evelyn just listened to his tirade and sighed, slowly nodding. He had all reasons to be angry on her and he was right. She was going again, because she had to be at her beat. She had to be there for her service, it could not wait. Slowly she rose up from her seat, grabbing her bag.
“I will not arrest you, Eric. If I wanted, I could have done so many times during our meetings. I could have informed my colleagues I was seeing you. But I did not, because I feel things for you, though I guess that does not matter now.” Evelyn replied, sighing softly. “And clearly the Metropolitan Police has a file of you. I’ve seen it, but I can also make it disappear. You just have to tell me to do so…”
And with those words she turned around and left the apartment again. This time for an unknown time. Evelyn returned to her own apartment at Stanley Crescent, Notting Hill, where she changed into her uniform and rushed to the location where she was needed…
Teeth gritted, he remained sitting on the sofa and kept his face averted. It didn’t matter what he said, did it? She left anyway, went to her work, and he wasn’t any smarter than before.
She could go fuck herself, for all he cared. But hell, he did care about her, even more than he liked to admit – to himself, and to Evelyn.
The door closed and he sighed, letting himself sink back onto the sofa. Although it was late at night – or very early in the morning, depending on how you look at it – he couldn’t fall asleep again, his thoughts always swirling around Evelyn. And that file she had been talking about. Was it just some ploy? Was she onto him and wanted him to confess to her so that they could arrest him? Had she just been playing with him all this time?
Next time Eric glanced at the clock, it was six in the morning, and he stood up despite the tiredness, grabbing his phone. They finally needed to talk – longer than two minutes.
(text: Evelyn) can we meet for breakfast
(text: Evelyn) without phones
(text: Evelyn) we finally gotta talk
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