chapter 35

Derek found it hard to sleep on the couch he laid in, as his mind pondered over where he had seen the young lady in the photo before. He turned restless on the couch, adjusting the pillow he rested in to various positions each time, his eyes caught Evans who was already snoring slightly, but it wasn't the annoying type of snore though, not the type that disturbs you from sleep , Derek smiled as Evans snuggled into the sheets, his snore was kinda cute.

Derek closed his eyes again and tried to sleep, he pushed away any distracting thoughts and tried to think of nothing. He took deep breathes to relax his body, adjusting his head on his pillows he lay still and waited for sleep to come visit him. Minutes later, Derek had just nodded off when he was awoken by strange whimpers, they stopped as soon as they had started. He closed his eyes again and tried to go back to sleep, but just when sleep was about to enter the door, the whimpers drove it off again.

Derek opened one eyes before the other, staring directly at Evans, who was facing the couch Derek lay on. His mouth was opened slightly, the whimpers were coming from him. Derek could see his eye balls dancing around though his eyes were closed. Evans was gripping the pillow really tight and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his body was shaking. Derek sat up worried, he pulled the blankets off his body and walked towards his bed where Evans slept. He sat down beside Evans, whose whimpers had gotten even louder, grabbing him by the shoulders he called to him. "Evans? Hey! Wake up, it's just a dream."

But his whimpers got louder and his body was starting to do some movement on the bed, Derek tried to keep him still while still calling his name. "Evans! Come on wake up, it's just a dream, I'm here, OK?" Evans eye fluttered open, he stared at Derek confused, fear written in his eyes. "It's just me, no one else Ok? That's was just a nightmare."

Evans sat up and looked round the room, looking at every corner like he was searching for something. "Where did he go to?" He looked back at Derek.

"Where did he go to?" Derek raised an eyebrow and looked around also. "There is no one here Evans, it's just you and I."

"B- But... I thought..." He rubbed his eyes and looked round again, them froze and looked back at Derek. "I'm sorry, you should go back to sleep. I'll be fine." He looked towards the couch and spotted the blankets and pillows on it. "Why were you sleeping on the couch." 

Derek scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't know if you would be comfortable with me beside you. I mean, we did sleep together, but well..." Evans laughed at the look on Derek's face.

"You know I didn't really run away that morning right?"

"Yeah I know that. Do you want to talk about the dream you just had?" Evans shook his head quickly, pulling the sheets around him tighter against him. Derek nodded, "Well, I am over there, I will leave you to go back to sleep-"

"Could you come to the bed, I... Well, the couch must be so uncomfortable, and you need to stretch your well, body right? Your muscles and other stuff needs to be relaxed and it's your bed afterall."

"I would come to the bed if you want me to."

"Thanks."

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"OK, Evans you know what to do." Derek voice spoke through the wire connected to Evans chest.

"Sure." Evans nodded his head. "Wow, there's Andrew Perkins-" He was referring to the young ginger haired man who was walking towards the entrance of where the statesmanship award will hold, a young lady who seemed to be his personal assistant was behind him, her mouth moving as she talked into his ears. Evans stood watched them as they walked slowly towards the building entrance.

"Who is Andrew Perkins?"

"Only an amazing artist!" He exclaimed. "I heard his fingers are magical and just his touch will bring you to an orgasm." Evans gave a low moan.

"Oh please! That's garbage." Derek rolled his eyes, he relaxed back into his chair, his arms crossed over the other as they rested on his chest, watching Evans through the window of a black van. 

"That's not garbage Derek, that's orgasm."

"Can you please go in and stop talking about orgasm?!"

"Fine, I'm going innn..." It drawer off when he noticed that a black elderly woman had been watching him with fear. She must think he was mad talking to himself, Evans thought. He smiled at her and pointed to his ears. "On a call."

She nodded her head and walked away, but still turned around to look at him holding that suspicious look. Evans watched her till she was out if sight, he was brought back by laughter coming in through the wire, it was Damon. "Ha- ha, did you see the look on her face!"

"It's not funny." Evans scrunched up his nose in annoyance and proceeded to walk into the building.

"It's kinda is," Damon argued.

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Not!!"

"Too!! And before you say another 'not' you might wanna be careful, you're in the building, eyes are on you. You may not see it, but there is always someone watching."

Evans nodded, "OK."

Soon, they were calling names of some artists to place them in their batch and give them their station. Evans looked around, everyone seemed to be in groups discussing, he didn't know anyone and everyone else talked like they were old friends. Evans walked towards the food area, if his mouth wasn't going to be talking, it's better to keep it chewing.

He placed many spicy meatballs onto his plate and two chicken ribs on a plate, he walked off to a corner to settle down.

"Noticed anything yet?" Derek asked.

"Nope, all I see are people talking and all, and they don't look like drug dealers," He said, his eyes scanning the room till they rested on Andrew Perkins, who was now surrounded by ladies. Evans rolled his eyes as they all laughed at something Andrew said. The young lady he had seen with Andrew earlier walked over to him and told him something in his ears, immediately he excused himself and they walked off. Probably going to somewhere private to tap some ass, Evans thought as he laughed to himself.

 A young girl who seemed to be in her late teens was walking around with a tray of glasses filled with wine around, was passing by. Evans raised his hands and she lowered the tray for him, but she bent it over too much, making most of it's content to pour over Evans clothe.

"Oh My God! I am so sorry, oh, I am going to lose my job, please forgive me, I will get you a rag. Just don't report me." She begged, her eyes looking around frantically, probably searching if her boss was in sight.

"Don't worry about it, I will go clean this up in the bathroom." The incident had caught the attention of few people in the room, and Evans hated attention. He stood up, with his head bent down and avoiding the eyes of everyone looking at him, he walked off in the direction he suspected led to the men's restroom.

"What happened?" Derek inquired, he wished he was in there with Evans, he wasn't used to sitting in the car listening, and he was getting really bored.

"Got drinks spilled on my clothes, I'm just looking for the restroom." The hall he was walking in was very quiet, he saw no one in sight, suddenly he felt a cold chill in his spines. He wanted to turn around and go ask for directions, but his legs kept moving forward, he couldn't go back.

"That's sucks," Derek said. "Hey, Evans?"

"Yeah?"

"What's your opinion on Pineapple on Pizza?"

"Pineapple on Pizza?" He stopped walking to be sure he heard correctly.

"Yeah, I haven't tasted it before, but I know this guy, he said it was-"

"Shhhhh! Derek I hear voices." Evans hushed Derek, his voice low. Derek kept quiet at this and listened. The voice was coming from the door on the right, Evans could barely heard what was being said, he walked towards the door in his toes and pressed his right ear against the door, and listened.

"I don't care!" The voice said. "Find a replacement! If the boss doesn't get his delivery on time, it's my head and your head will go down before mine Torento!... And where's my remaining money from the last exchange, Tomorrow, Taco bell, I want to see you by eight." The voice stopped and Evans heard a beep followed by heavy breathings. It was time to go, he didn't want to get caught and he feared the worse.

He stepped back slowly and turned around to go, but approaching footsteps made him freeze. It was coming from the corner and soon the person would see him. His only option was too run left or enter the door opposite the right one. He could see the shadow of the person walking towards him. Without another thought, he pushed the door towards his left and entered in, what he saw made him shriek and slap his palms over his eyes.

"Oh! My! God! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't realise, I was just looking for the men's room." 

"Just leave already!" The lady said pulling the sheets around her to cover her nake form and the man held a pillow against his member.

"Sorry! I'm gone! Get back to your business." He closed the door behind him, before letting his hand drop and opening his eyes, to be met with the stern face of a man in a uniform.

"You are not supposed to be here," He said eyes raised in suspicion.

"Yeah, sorry. I was just looking for the men's room," Evans said giving a nervous laugh. "But well, I haven't found it."

"You passed it, it's that way." He pointed towards the direction he just came from, Evans nodded his mouth opened in an "o" form.

"OK, thanks!" He walked away quickly, without looking back he could still feel the eyes of the man behind him. "I so did not sign up for this."

'You kinda did' His subconscious reminded him.

"Oh shut up!" He said in a hushed tone, still aware of the eyes trained on his back.

"Who are you talking to?" Derek asked, Evans has been quiet for sometime and he was getting worried.

"Myself," He said as he finally turned to the right to another passage way. He stopped and listen for any sound made. Soon, he heard knocking on a door, and soon the opening of the door. Words were exchanged but Evans couldn't grab any, he thought about it twice and left before the huge security man caught him again.

He entered a door where he found the silhouette of a man drawn on it, six minutes later, he had washed off the stain on his shirt and trousers and dried it off. He walked back towards the main hall when he heard his name being called.

"Evans Stiles from Gin's art shop?!" The voice of a young man called through a microphone.

"Here!" Evans raised his hands, earning the attention of the man towards him, a young lady walked over to him.

"Follow me, I will lead you to your station and give you your identity card and batch number," She said.

Evans nodded his head and followed her, but his mind was on what he had just heard.

'Taco bell, by four, tomorrow.'

Also, he had mentioned Torento name, if the person could talk to Torento in that manner it means he must be of high power, and the boss, he just wondered.

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Derek listened to everything Evans just told him, he nodded his head and jotted few things down. "I wasn't actually expecting you to grab anything, but  this is really good Evans. Tomorrow, I will be waiting for them at Taco bell..."

Evans cleared his throat really loud, causing Derek to look at him eyebrow raised. "I think you mean 'we' will be waiting for them."

"No, no, I meant 'I'."

"Then you better correct yourself, I want to find out who killed Louis as much as you do, you might only be interested in this because it's your Job. But I knew Louis OK, and even if I hated him, I didn't want him dead. You asked me to help you in this and I'm going to. You better let me help Derek, because if you don't, I will disturb you till you get frustrated." He finished and took a deep breathe. "Wow, I don't usually say many words at once like that, but seriously Derek let me come." Derek kept quiet for a moment thinking about this.

"Fine, I will only let you come if you answer one question," he finally said.

"Is this about Pineapples on Pizza?"

"No, though I mean to try that later. This is about Andep Pikins?"

"Andep... Andrew?"

"Whatever Evans! Whose touch do you prefer? Mine or his?"

Evans eye widened in surprise, he wasn't expecting that. "I haven't even felt his touch Derek."

"Oh! You haven't?" Evans nodded, Damon gulp and cleared his throat. "Forget I asked that, let's go."

"Were you jealous?" Evans asked when they were already on the road.

"No I wasn't."

"Ok." He hid a smile watching Derek, who glanced back at him, then back at the road.

Minutes later,

"Ok! Fine, I was. A teeny tiny pinky bit."