An Immortal in London: Corruption by Bethanie Hardie Page B

young girls like her jobs, and then she was killed and woke up in her flat uncertain as to if any of it was real. Oliver killed her and disposed of the bodies, passing the information onto Jesse.
                  “You think it’s really her?” I asked, not wanting the answer.
                  He shrugged and let out a breath as I stood, I could see that he wanted to comfort me, but just like me he had no idea what to say to make it right.
                  “I have to go,” I said, panic ensuing within me, “tell Oliver to keep looking, there has to be another reason, another name… I’ll call around later and you better have a reason as to why her name is on that paper that I can believe.”
                  Jesse stood and nodded; he walked to the door with me and watched as I ran from his house.
                  I didn’t stop running until I reached Levi’s home. He was stood outside nailing something to a tree. I stood by the gate to his driveway and called over to him, “What are you doing?”
                  He rested his hammer onto the small shelf that he had fixed onto the tree and walked over to me, pulling his shirt sleeves up over his elbows, “Trying to get rid of my headache, why are you here?”
                  “I need to tell you something,” I looked over to the hammer and swallowed, “But you have to promise that you won’t kill me, or anyone else for that matter.”
                  He frowned and opened the gate for me, “It’s that bad?”
                  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
                  Clarence poured wine into our glasses and sat down next to Levi, who was sat opposite me in his drawing room.
                  “I accidentally found Oliver,” I began, waiting for his response. He sat back into the sofa and nodded for me to continue, his patience surprising both me and Clarence. “I nearly killed him, but I didn’t, instead we made a deal.” I paused again, I could see anger building up inside of him, but he was fighting to keep it at bay.
                  “What sort of deal?” Clarence asked, almost on the edge of her seat.
                  I closed my eyes and smiled tightly, waiting for the blow as I spoke, “He has been undercover, if you will, to try and find a name, to find Katelyn’s killer, the leader of the corruption.”
                  “And has your dead lover found us anything of any use?” Levi asked with his dark cutting eyes fixed hard onto me.
                  I held my hands out on my lap and clenched them into fists whilst I told them what Jesse had told me that very morning, not mentioning him by name or matter. Clarence was dumbstruck. Levi slammed his wine glass down onto the table shattering it into hundred of tiny pieces, his red wine spilled onto the cream carpet. He stood and walked around to the back of the sofa.
                  He paced back and forth and shook his head, “There has to be an explanation for this. Francis wouldn’t do that to you, would she?”
                  I stood and walked around to him, I took his hands in mine and he seemed to calm almost instantly, “I have told Oliver to find another name. Francis would never do this; she always understood the importance of the balance.”
                  “Who else knows what you have organised with Oliver?” Clarence asked.
                  I told her that Gabriel only knew that I had found him, and that he didn’t know about our arrangement.
                  “It has to stay between us,” Clarence said, “If there is a living immortal in league with them we can’t risk it getting out that we’re onto her.”
                  “Clarence, will you come to George’s with me?”
                  “Sure, Levi