Grande's phone was ringing, and the message light on the answering machine was flashing. When Zach came back, Louise was circling around the office uneasily, and saw Zach coming in—
"It's Falcon... He has left several messages. I, I don't know how to answer the phone, I'm sorry... If we are in the morning... I..."
Feeling a little incoherent, Zach patted Louise and said, "Whatever will happen will happen. We can't stop it. Don't think about it." After letting Louise go to rest, the ringing disappeared and the answering machine did not continue. Recording, Zach pressed the message to play.
"Anyway, thank you for not sending me back to recuperate..."
"Shut up." Zach stopped 'Benjamin' who was trying to speak and listened intently to Falcon's message -
"My wife is planning something, I can feel it, Zach, whatever you're going to do, hurry up..."
This is just the first one. And then the second.
"Something's going on, I just know it! The last time she acted like this, she, um, she fucked me. Trust me, in a bad way! I know now, she's gonna fuck me again, same thing , my intuition tells me that nothing good will happen!”
x, obviously not just the literal meaning, Zach frowned, he heard this word a bit too frequently today, and it also had a meaning that Zach didn’t want to hear.
One thing that needs to be reminded is that when Falcon made the commission, he used the words 'This time, I won't let her...', which can be understood to mean that this kind of commission had happened before Grande.
The third message started with a sigh, "...forget it, pretend I didn't say anything, and you will receive the final payment of the entrustment."
While Zach was still thinking, the phone rang again.
Zach answered the phone, "Grand."
"Zachary Grande, right?" It wasn't Falcon, it was a woman's voice, with a hint of laziness, "I'm Fiona Falcon, I believe this is the first time we've spoken on the phone."
"Yes." Zach sat down behind the office, his intuition telling him that he needed to be careful about this call, "Mrs. Falcon..."
"Just Fiona." The other side of the receiver didn't know what kind of situation they were in, and it was quiet without any background sound. "There is already a guy in this family who likes to be called Falcon. Hum, I don't need to go. Fight, right?" Lazy and calm, people consciously don't want to explore the deep meaning of these words.
That's it, "Okay, Fiona." Zach wasn't going to say anything else before the other person, "You can call me Zach, like everyone else."
"Yes." He responded in a quiet tone, and then said, "I believe my dear husband gave you a commission this morning, right?"
Zach didn't hesitate at all, "Yes, but I thought that was your joint commission, right?"
On the other side of the receiver, with no noise in the background, a string of laughter appeared, "Hehehe, yes, it is a joint commission from the two of us, hehehe..."
Can you keep up? The entrustment is not to protect Heather after Falcon firmly believed that she was pregnant, but to make her disappear in the first place, and the client is no longer just Mr. Falcon who is worried about his wife's 'jealousy' , a couple.
In addition, now it seems that using 'jealousy' to describe it is too small.
Zach waited patiently for the other person's laughter to end, and then continued waiting. Zach wasn't in charge of this phone call, was he
"Well, I just got the news. It seems that Grande, you, Zach, once again did not disappoint us West Enders and completed the commission, right?" The laziness and calmness on the other side of the receiver brought a slight smile. meaning.
If just witnessing Cerberus dragging Heather's soul into hell can be regarded as Grand completing the commission... Again, the initiative is not in Zach's hands, right? Then, forget it.
Zach narrowed his eyes, "Yes, I have completed the commission. Mr. Falcon just called to inform that the balance will be delivered soon..."
"What about the final payment, haha, this thing can wait a moment." The voice on the other side of the receiver was still a mixture of laziness and laughter. The lack of noise interference made Fiona's voice extremely clear, "I think, although this commission has been The result, but the degree of completion is not very high. A friend of mine in the police station revealed that the brakes of someone's car were damaged. Well, how should I put it, the way you completed the commission was not as good as others boasted. Clean and tidy, you were very sloppy and left a bunch of bad things at the scene. Do you want to deal with these consequences? "
"Of course." Zach still squinted his eyes. The meaning of this call was already obvious, "Grand's entrustment, Grande will deal with the consequences. You can rest assured."
"That's good." The receiver was quiet for a while, and the laughter returned, "Hehehe, since you are indeed a very willing to cooperate, I can find out why other people (people from the West District) like you so much, and you passed the test , I think I like you too. Then, I have something to ask you, do you have time?" The unexpected tone was much better.
But Zach is not ready to relax. This Fiona Falcon has fully demonstrated her dangerous side. She just said that Zach passed the 'test', didn't she
"Please, anything I know."
"I'm getting a little tired of playing this game with my dear husband. You know, at first, it was a little fun, a little exciting, but it's getting more and more cliche and boring. Have you seen that Heather? Seriously. Well, besides that face, hum, what else does she have? I'm tired of it. You, Zach, seem to be a man of many methods, and I have to say, I still appreciate how you fixed my child and Smith's child It doesn’t matter, then, do you have any suggestions?”
Zach frowned, unable to agree with the above words on any level. Letting the children play happily again cannot be compared with the 'couple's game' Fiona said. . So choose silence.
"No?" The person on the receiving end seemed a little disappointed after waiting for a while, "Well, just pretend I didn't ask. I think we West End people still think too highly of you."
Zach would never succeed in such a poor provocation...
"Do you want Mr. Falcon to stop looking for women outside?" Zach spoke.
"Well~ If you want to say it's so boring, it's because I'm tired of it. 'Dealing' with those women is getting more and more boring."
"Then you should attack him where it hurts and let him stop having this thought forever." A sincere suggestion
"Uh... the place that hurts him? Do you mean to castrate him? No, this is not considered. I can still use that thing."
Zach was suffocated for a moment. It was just a metaphor. Don't worry about it, but Zach really didn't expect that the other party would reply like this. I understand Fiona Falcon a little more than I would like.
"No, I mean to find out why Mr. Falcon, your dear husband..." Zach was just quoting Fiona's title, wasn't he, "likes to be outside so much..."
"Oh, I know that, he's a man." He was surprisingly straightforward, "If I were a man, I would do the same, but probably my taste would be better than his."
Zach opened his mouth and had the illusion of communicating with the wild horse. You said, "Good boy, I won't ride you." He kicked you instead. "I would like to ask you, are you and Mr. Falcon planning to have children?" ?"
"The third one?" The other side of the receiver seemed to have become completely relaxed, with a tone of surprise, "No! A daughter and a son (Charlotte and Sherlock), I have completed my work, I don't want to do any more Experience it once.”
"So." Zach said expressionlessly, "Your family, the Falcon family, can't possibly have a child who inherits Mr. Falcon's surname, right?"
The receiver was quiet for ten seconds, "Hahaha, you're right! No! Haha, I understand! Haha, that's it, haha, hey~ His efficiency is too low, isn't it? , Haha, so interesting~”
Zach was still patiently waiting for the other person to finish laughing.
The other side of the receiver continued, "I take back my disappointment. You, Zach, hehe, you are really a character~ I like you very much~ So, hehe, this is it, right, where he hurts~ Very good, let I'll rub some salt in his wounds again... Haha." After a chuckle, he changed his words, "You, Zach, how about you help me rub some salt in his wounds~ How about getting that Heather pregnant~ Let's make me Dear husband, feel the despair~"
Zach moved his neck and needed to make a statement, "When Mr. Falcon came to entrust this morning, you and your wife jointly entrusted this, I had already asked Falcon to provide Miss Heather's medical records to confirm whether he was pregnant. But Mr. Falcon had not considered this when he came to entrust it, so I spent a day today confirming this matter."
There are too many lies in this sentence, and everyone knows it, so I won’t explain them one by one.
In response to these words, the other side of the receiver was silent again, disdainfully, "I'm sorry, I started too quickly and affected your progress." There was no sincerity.
"It doesn't matter, this is my progress." Zach was prepared to ignore the other party's unintentional admission of something, but said, "After all, all it takes to make a corpse pregnant is an autopsy report, right?"
The smile returned, "Yes~ As everyone praised, Grande's work is to make people feel at ease~"
"Then." Zach adjusted his sitting posture and was about to make a conclusion. "For this commission, one of the clients, Fiona, do you have any additional requirements? Grande's most important thing is customer satisfaction. Saved."
"No more, I'm very satisfied." There was a satisfied smile on the receiver, "Write down this phone number. It is my safe line. We may still have a chance to keep in touch..."
Zach took out a pen and paper. Is it useful to emphasize that Grande won't entrust the process now? Oh, it's useless. The progress of the entrustment is not in Grande's hands. What else can Zach do? Write down the phone number honestly and say, "Have a nice day. Goodbye."
"It's been a pleasure, bye~"
Bye.
The one who spoke was 'Benjamin' who had been listening at the desk, with a face of joy that no one wanted to interpret, "I like this woman!"
Zach glanced at him and didn't want to pay attention. He took a look at the number and security line he had written down. They looked good. Zach also wanted to get one. He asked Fitz (Fitz was a telecommunications employee) during the game in the evening. .
'Benjamin' still looked happy, "Didn't she just dump the crime of murder on Grande, and then let Grande deal with her troubles?! You must love this kind of woman, right!" "
Zach curled his lips and said, "Thanks for the summary, it was a huge help." He turned away and looked away. He should be sent to the nursing home... No, Zach was worried that if he sent him there, Benjamin would not come back honestly tomorrow morning. This risk cannot be taken. .
"Heh, you can taunt me all you want, but it's not my fault. It's not me who made you late..." 'Benjamin' noticed Zach's gloomy eyes - who's to blame for this commission becoming like this? Who was apologizing when they returned to Grande: It was Louise. If Louise hadn't returned to Grande in anger and the morning's trip had not been wasted, at least Heather might still be alive now.
'Benjamin' consciously changed the subject, not too far away, "I really think you're pretty good, so, huh, calm down." What did he want to express? "Now, Falcon won't blame you. Fiona likes you. Once again, in a terrible situation, you put Grande in the best position."
Can you understand why Zach was provoked and told about his pregnancy? Because Zach needed a reason to give him a reason to completely fail to protect Heather and let Falcon's real commission fail - he spent a day to confirm whether Heather was really pregnant. It's even easier now, as he said to Fiona, it's much easier to confirm that a corpse is pregnant than to confirm that a living person is pregnant.
Well, here it comes, Heather was definitely 'pregnant' and now all Zach needs to think about is how to add that to the autopsy report.
Not much time was wasted, Zach got up again and went to ask Dora again. As you all know, Novel is the most suitable person to do something secretly in a place where people don’t want to go.
"Are we going out?" 'Benjamin' also stood up, "To express my gratitude, how about I drive?"
Zach sat down again and glanced at 'Benjamin'. There was no need to give him any chance to show off. Just call him. The quota for going out today was enough. Enjoy the rest of the afternoon and then regroup. , ready for the evening game night.
The phone rang before Zach's hand picked up the receiver, picked up with the first syllable of the ringtone, "Grand."
There was silence at first, probably because he didn't realize that the call was picked up so quickly, and then there was a long sigh of relief, "You're still alive."
"Mrs. Sheila?" Zach raised his eyebrows.
"Huh, as long as you're still alive. Tsk! Even that won't kill you! All your happiness is in vain!" Pa, he died.
Zach frowned, too lazy to pay attention to the 'concern' that was completely opposite to his words. He pressed the phone again and started dialing.
"Oh!" 'Benjamin' seemed to think he had caught some chance, "The 'blindly confident fall from the sky' and 'you can't feel your soul...' you told Benjamin before."
The conversation next to the hammock did mention the ultimate form of vampires, didn't it? And wasn't it the same thing that 'Benjamin' tried to say before Zach in the West District told 'Benjamin' to shut up... Oh, it doesn't matter anymore, because it's the same as before. .
Zach interrupted directly, "Shut up! If Benjamin wants to say it, he will! He doesn't, so it's not your turn!"
'Benjamin' raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. (.)