said.
“Could you cancel?” she asked, planting her lips on his.
After their lips released each other, Turner took a big gulp, wondering if he was cursed for having to pass up a night with her.
“I would really, really like to but I already committed,” Turner begrudgingly stated.
“Oh. Well I guess if a night with a friend sounds better than me,” she smiled.
“It definitely doesn’t. Definitely not. But I don’t like going back on my word.”
“OK.”
“Maybe, maybe we can do it tomorrow night,” he hoped.
“Maybe. So who’s this friend that’s more important than me?”
“Umm, his name is…Keith. Yeah, old college friend.”
“Keith, huh?”
“Yeah. He needed some help moving so I already told him I’d help.”
They talked and ate, Parker trying to find out more about the plans he had for the evening, but Turner not divulging anything other than his original story. Once they finished and headed their separate ways, Parker immediately called Cole.
“Hey. I got stood up for tonight,” Parker told him.
“Understandable. As pretty as you are, nobody would wanna be with you every single night,” Cole teased.
“Funny. No, Ryan told me he’s helping an old college friend named Keith move tonight.”
“You think he’s talking about meeting with Davis?”
“Could be.”
“We’ll have to tail him.”
As the night progressed, Parker and Cole sat in his car near the entrance of the complex, waiting for Turner to drive by. Once they saw his car they’d be able to follow him to wherever he was going and find out what he was up to. Parker had a good feeling that tonight was the night they’d finally make some progress. Around seven, Turner finally drove past them, and they followed a few car lengths behind him. They followed him to Los Angeles, where he finally stopped at The Fonda Theatre.
“Doesn’t really seem like the place to meet someone,” Cole noted.
“It’s the perfect place. Lots of people. Easy to be concealed,” she retorted.
“Maybe he just ditched you for another girl,” he kidded.
“Shut up.”
Turner pulled into a parking lot and walked into the theatre, followed closely by the two CIA agents. They tried walking into the show but were stopped by security.
“Need tickets to get in,” they were told.
“Law enforcement,” Cole replied, showing a badge. “We’re tailing someone who came in here.”
“Yeah, like I haven’t seen that before. I get a joker like you at least once a night trying to sneak in here. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”
Cole started getting mad and was about to argue when Parker stopped him by grabbing his forearm.
“Fine. Where can we get a ticket?” she asked.
“Ticket booth is that way,” the guard pointed.
“Thanks.”
Parker and Cole ran toward the booth and tried to buy a pair of tickets but were denied.
“Sorry, we just sold out,” the woman said.
“Figures,” Parker sighed. “You don’t have anything left?”
“Just standing room only.”
“We’ll take it.”
They grabbed their tickets and raced into the theater. They tried to maneuver their way around people to get a better look at the audience but it was tough to make anyone out. After a few more minutes they went back into the lobby and looked around. They noticed Turner sitting on a couch and took a few steps back so they could observe without being spotted. A few minutes later a man sat down next to Turner and put a backpack on the floor. Turner then handed the man the flash drive. Once the man left, Turner did as he was instructed and headed toward the bathroom.
“Doesn’t look so innocent to me,” Cole quipped.
“I’ll stay on Ryan. You follow the other guy,” Parker told him.
“Right.”
Turner went into the bathroom and walked to the last stall and saw the out of order sign on it. He walked in, closed the door and sat down on the toilet, waiting for Davis to appear. He only needed to wait a few seconds though as
“Could you cancel?” she asked, planting her lips on his.
After their lips released each other, Turner took a big gulp, wondering if he was cursed for having to pass up a night with her.
“I would really, really like to but I already committed,” Turner begrudgingly stated.
“Oh. Well I guess if a night with a friend sounds better than me,” she smiled.
“It definitely doesn’t. Definitely not. But I don’t like going back on my word.”
“OK.”
“Maybe, maybe we can do it tomorrow night,” he hoped.
“Maybe. So who’s this friend that’s more important than me?”
“Umm, his name is…Keith. Yeah, old college friend.”
“Keith, huh?”
“Yeah. He needed some help moving so I already told him I’d help.”
They talked and ate, Parker trying to find out more about the plans he had for the evening, but Turner not divulging anything other than his original story. Once they finished and headed their separate ways, Parker immediately called Cole.
“Hey. I got stood up for tonight,” Parker told him.
“Understandable. As pretty as you are, nobody would wanna be with you every single night,” Cole teased.
“Funny. No, Ryan told me he’s helping an old college friend named Keith move tonight.”
“You think he’s talking about meeting with Davis?”
“Could be.”
“We’ll have to tail him.”
As the night progressed, Parker and Cole sat in his car near the entrance of the complex, waiting for Turner to drive by. Once they saw his car they’d be able to follow him to wherever he was going and find out what he was up to. Parker had a good feeling that tonight was the night they’d finally make some progress. Around seven, Turner finally drove past them, and they followed a few car lengths behind him. They followed him to Los Angeles, where he finally stopped at The Fonda Theatre.
“Doesn’t really seem like the place to meet someone,” Cole noted.
“It’s the perfect place. Lots of people. Easy to be concealed,” she retorted.
“Maybe he just ditched you for another girl,” he kidded.
“Shut up.”
Turner pulled into a parking lot and walked into the theatre, followed closely by the two CIA agents. They tried walking into the show but were stopped by security.
“Need tickets to get in,” they were told.
“Law enforcement,” Cole replied, showing a badge. “We’re tailing someone who came in here.”
“Yeah, like I haven’t seen that before. I get a joker like you at least once a night trying to sneak in here. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”
Cole started getting mad and was about to argue when Parker stopped him by grabbing his forearm.
“Fine. Where can we get a ticket?” she asked.
“Ticket booth is that way,” the guard pointed.
“Thanks.”
Parker and Cole ran toward the booth and tried to buy a pair of tickets but were denied.
“Sorry, we just sold out,” the woman said.
“Figures,” Parker sighed. “You don’t have anything left?”
“Just standing room only.”
“We’ll take it.”
They grabbed their tickets and raced into the theater. They tried to maneuver their way around people to get a better look at the audience but it was tough to make anyone out. After a few more minutes they went back into the lobby and looked around. They noticed Turner sitting on a couch and took a few steps back so they could observe without being spotted. A few minutes later a man sat down next to Turner and put a backpack on the floor. Turner then handed the man the flash drive. Once the man left, Turner did as he was instructed and headed toward the bathroom.
“Doesn’t look so innocent to me,” Cole quipped.
“I’ll stay on Ryan. You follow the other guy,” Parker told him.
“Right.”
Turner went into the bathroom and walked to the last stall and saw the out of order sign on it. He walked in, closed the door and sat down on the toilet, waiting for Davis to appear. He only needed to wait a few seconds though as
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