- No need to act like Mike Tyson

**Naomi's point of view**

Wow.

When Peter said that he wanted to keep it professional, I didn't expect such truth to his words. When he opened the door I, with the biggest smile on my face shouted: ''I have the most amazing idea on how to find Adrena!''

His response was literally to reach out his hand, to shake mine.

''Nice to see you, Naomi.'' He said, with an awkward and forced smile.

I stood by the door opening for a couple of seconds, unable to find words to say. He was being so weird.

''Likewise… stranger?'' I replied with a laugh, as I shook his hand. He ignored my joke, and turned around to walk back inside his apartment. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but letting out a silent chuckle.

''Okay, if that's how he wants it, then that's what he's getting.'' I mumbled, as I took off my shoes. He didn't' hear me, since he already left the hallway.

I walked into his living room, while whistling with my arms behind my back. He sat by his table with a stack of files, and a frown on his face. He didn't even look up, as I walked past him.

''Did you have a nice time, with your friend?'' I asked, as I leaned against the window, that stood behind the table he was sitting at.

''Yes I did, thanks for asking.'' He said, still with his head glued to the files.

''You're welcome?'' I replied, in a questioning tone. What the hell is going on? All of a sudden, it's extremely awkward, and it surely ain't my fault.

Just as I was about to protest, he got up and walked into the kitchen. ''You want some coffee?'' he yelled.

''Tea, please'' I yelled back, while I scouted at the files that he left on the table. ''Just don't put poison in it…'' I mumbled by myself, as I walked towards the table.

What met my eyes, were surely nothing like what I expected. In front of me, was several files, with pictures, dates and descriptions. As I took a closer look, I realized who belonged to the face, that was plastered on the papers.

Adrena Calero.

I immediately grabbed all the files, and laid them out on the table, so I could see them all together. Why did Peter have such files in his house?

There were pictures of Adrena walking on the street, pictures of her working at the restaurant and several others. There was also a few of the photos, with me alongside her.

''Here-'' Peter said, as he returned. He handed me the tea, and then used his arm to lean against the table.

''Peter, what the hell is this?'' I asked him, while showing him the report that I had in my hand.

His eyes widened a little, and he suddenly seemed edgy. He cleared his throat before he spoke. ''That thing there?'' he asked, while trying to act as calm as possible.

''Oh that's just a regular FBI file. Everyone has one, you have one too. Did you think that Edward Snowden made a huge fuss about mass surveillance, if there wasn't any truth to the story?'' he added, as he took a sip of his coffee. He led out a laugh.

''But, how does it help with Adrena's case exactly? I mean, she was kidnapped?'' I continued, while keeping a stern look at him.

''Yes exactly Naomi! And maybe, JUST maybe, we'd find Lorenzo on some of those photos? Cause if he was on any of them, then we'd know if her kidnapping was planned beforehand. Don't you get it?'' he stated, while walking towards the couch to sit down.

I didn't know if I understood. And it felt kind of creepy, that the FBI had so many files and photos, it felt a little illegal. But I trusted Peter, and I trusted his words.

He took a sip of his coffee. As he seated he said ''You said something when you came, about an idea you got?''

My eyes glowed up, and I had to restrain myself from sounding overly excited. ''Yes! Well.. In case you didn't know'' – '' or don't care'' I mumbled – ''I happen to have a lot of followers on Instagram.''

Peter raised his eyebrow, and let out a sight.

''And therefore, I have a lot of potential watchers! So…'' I hesitated. ''If I posted a picture of Adrena, and wrote something like: 'My best friend has been kidnapped by the Italian mafia' on the photo, then I'm sure we'll find her within a couple of days!''

I stared into his eyes, and waited for a response. He looked at me, with an exhausted and rather confused look on his face.

''I understand the intentions you had, with your idea, but…'' he shrugged. ''I think it'll only take us further away from the actual case.''

Why is this man so freaking hard to convince? Do I need a badge and a gun, before he'll listen?

''Okay, maybe I don't need to write 'kidnapped by the Italian mafia,' but other than that, it's a great idea.'' I replied, stubbornly.

''Naomi, if you post this, then it'll go viral within a few hours – and if Lorenzo, or whoever she's with sees that, then I bet that she won't be in this country for much longer. Speaking of that – if Dimitri, or someone else from the Russian mafia sees it, then they would use the information to find Lorenzo. And believe me, then Adrena won't come back home.''

Well, I didn't think about that. I was beginning to understand, why he works for the FBI. But it still annoyed me that he was right, once again. Not only does he act like I'm a fool, he also makes me feel like one.

''I guess you have a point.. Just thought it was a good idea.'' I grumbled back, while staring into my cup of tea.

He reached out his hands, and were inches away from touching my shoulder, but then quickly withdrew them, with a clenched fist. I looked up at him, to show him that I noticed.

''It was a good idea, in theory. But I think we have to dig a little deeper, before we make such drastic moves. First of all, we need to figure out WHY she's kidnapped. She's an 18 year old girl, who works as a waitress, so I don't suspect that she's held captured for randsome. It can't be her parents either. Her mother is dead, and she haven't spoken with him for ten years.''

''Wait, how do you know that about her parents?'' I asked, suspiciously.

I could see that he was thinking, and he scratched his beard, while avoiding eye contact with me.

''You told me?'' he then said.

''What? When?'' I asked.

He hesitated again.

''When you called the police on that bench, outside her apartment. You said it to the officer on the phone?''

Oh. Maybe I should calm down, and stop acting so paranoid.

''Oh, totally remember, sorry,'' I laughed, acting like I didn't just accuse him of something – something I didn't know what was.

''Naomi, seriously. Don't you trust me?'' he asked, in an annoyed tone.

''Of course I trust you Peter. I'm just a little messed up right now. I really miss my best friend.''

''I understand, Naomi. We've been searching all the wrong places. I don't know why I thought going to Lorenzo or Dimitri's house was a good idea. I could have predicted myself, that she wouldn't be there. But I feel like we're missing something, that's written right between our noses. It's so frustrating that I can't figure it out.'' He sighed, and bowed his head, so it was facing the floor.

''Peter, we've done he best that we could. And I know that we have a lot of work left to do, but I'm positive that we'll find her. Not only because we simply have to because she's my best friend, but also because you're an incredible detective.''

He raised his head, slowly and steady. Was that a little smile, I was seeing?

''You're not so bad yourself. If that whole dancing career flops, then I'm sure that there's a desk, waiting for you at the FBI.'' He gave me a crooked smile, as he continued: ''Anyways. Tell me – does Adrena have any enemies?''

I didn't even have to think about what to answer to his question. ''No, none. She's the kindest and most loving person you'd ever meet. Everyone loves Adrena.'' I said, while smiling by the thought of her.

''There must be some sort of connection somewhere-'' Peter shouted, while slamming his fist into the armrest on the couch. It's the first time I've seen him so angry.

''Peter! No need to act like Mike Tyson. I promise you, we will find her-''

I stopped, as he abruptly got up from the couch, with an aggressive speed and walked towards me. I was standing next to the table with the files, and my eyes widened.

''But we don't have any fucking leads, Naomi. Nothing! She could be anywhere, or she could be right across the street, and I wouldn't know. These Italian assholes has so much power in this country, that they can do whatever the fuck they want, without suffering the consequences. Do you know how hard it is to witness that, without being able to do shit about it?'' he shouted, while making wild movements with his arms.

I knew that it was his actual job, to find Adrena. But it did feel a little too personal to him, which could either be real problematic in future investigations, or it could do the exact opposite – it could solve the case.

''That energy that is streaming out of you right now, that's the one we need! I'm just as pissed as you are, Peter. She's my best friend, after all. I think we just need to charge our braincells, and take another look at the damn files-'' I replied, while pointing at the table, where the reports were.

''The friend I saw today – he told me, that he wanted to help us. He's also working for the FBI. Maybe I should call him, and ask him to come over?'' he suggested. His voice was back to normal, and his breathing was slowly pacing down.

The first thought that went through my pathetic mind was: I'm relieved that it's a he.

I know, it's silly.

''Call him, right this second!'' I commanded. The more the merrier, I didn't care if it was Adolf Hitler who was coming, as long as he'd be able to help us find her.

An hour later, we heard a knock on the front door. Peter went to open for his friend, as I stood by the end of the hallway, leaning against the doorframe.

The man who entered, was wearing a suit. Probably in his late 20s. He walked towards me with a smile, and reached out his hand.

''Hi Naomi, it's a pleasure to meet you.''

I shook his hand. ''And what's your name?'' I asked, with a cheeky smile.

''My name is Jonathan.'' He replied, with a smirk, before he continued.

''But you can call me Jones.''