chapter 4

Agent wells

The boss was staring at him with a gaze that he could not decipher from the other end of the desk down to the huge-sized chair that he was sited on. There was a tinge of something resting on his face and he could slowly deem it to be disappointment.

"Agent Wells"

He muttered; a sound of something lacing behind the tone he used to call his name so much that Wells could vividly imagine a different scenario where he should be somewhat tensed and uneasy but for some reason, he felt nothing as he locked eyes with his boss–But then—he was most often this way.

"Yesterday. At the crime scene. Did you really not manage to at least spot midnight?"

He asked in squinted eyes; causing him to be lost in a daze back to a particular lady sprinting down to a wooden door and slipping through his fingers. He didn't think he wanted to tell the boss anything until he found out about the authenticity of his intel.

As far as he knew, she could be anybody else.

"No"

He uttered and the boss brows slowly formed a crease as he adjusted his glasses to rest on the brim of his nose.

"I'm finding that very hard to believe agent wells"

"Why?"

He uttered plainly. His face clear of any expression and his tone had nothing behind it.

"Agents wells"

The boss folded his hands on the table in between them. "You know you can tell me anything"

Could he really? Wells found himself thinking and going back to several happenings in the office and it only made his resolve very much solid. The boss wasn't a sympathetic man but somewhat irrational. He could only guess what length that he would take his intel but what if they were wrong. How could he make up for it?

He was going to investigate a little more before coming clean. He decided inwardly only to look up and find the boss staring at him very intently and that alone made him feel somewhat confused about the sudden interrogation.

"No sir"

He muttered; causing the boss to look at him for a while longer; before leaning back into his chair obviously not convinced.

"Agent Wells Jackson. I heard that you were inside the secret passage way earlier before the other agents arrived. Are you telling me that you didn't see Midnight at all?"

"Yes"

The boss squinted his eyes; before pulling out a familiar key; dangling it in his front.

His eyes fell to the keys; and a rapid rush of the flashback of a certain lady tossing that to him came flooding into his head and also the part where he left it behind.

"Does this look familiar to you?"

He frowned; hoping that there most certainly weren't cameras hidden inside the secret passage if not; his job would be gone for this. even more than his job.

"No"

"Oh really?"

"Yes"

The boss was quiet to this; staring at him a little longer before dropping the key back on his desk. He sighed. "I'm sorry about that"

He uttered; waving off the session or whatever that was just now. "It's only exhausting since"

He didn't finish his statement before sighing again; suddenly making eye contact with him. This time; it was different. It was full of worry and apologies. "Jackson; you need to remember that aside from Carl you are the only one that I can trust"

The boss uttered and he nodded, hoping that when the time was right he would understand the decision that he made today. It was a tough one but he made it for the sake of the agency and for good justice.

"A case has never taken so long in our hands and yet it proves so difficult. Wells, is there anything you're going through right now?"

He asked; concern resting on his aged face. He was a very sensitive man indeed. He hasn't been having time for home as usual and now. He couldn't help but bother about his mother's choice to get married again.

Everything seemed somewhat choking lately but he was alright. Really. As that wasn't the reason why he had let Midnight escape the other day.

"No. I'm good"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"You can talk to any of the other agents or friends if you find it difficult to talk to me"

He suggested and Wells nodded his head. "Ok"

"I'll leave the Midnight case in Carl's care. You can take the day off anytime you want"

He added and Wells nodded his head again. He soon signaled for him to take his leave and Wells stud up; feeling the ground just a metre away from him. He reached towards the door; jerking it open. Once he appeared outside; he couldn't help but lean against the door behind him, breathing somewhat deeply.