I woke up early, seven to be precise. Work could wait, I thought, but dad would probably force me soon enough to get up. I pulled myself out of bed and sat at the dressing table, focusing on my face. Okay, makeup and hair. Who gives a fuck? Really. After some mascara and a touch of foundation, I pulled my hair into half up half down style and prepared to leave.
I tucked my fake ID far behind my credit card, if anyone saw that I would be over with quicker than you can say Grace isn't my real name. Which is true. I pulled up my tight black jeans and zipped on some black boots I found at the back of my closet.
I shouted goodbye to my parents and left the house, stepping into the cool October air. Walking to school, of course checking my phone for new updates or tasks that I had to complete (which was none by the way), I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," the man said.
"My fault," I replied, continuing to walk.
Even though this guy who actually looked totally gorgeous but so much older than I did was walking the other direction, he started following me. I let it carry on for a good ten minutes before I stopped and turned around.
"Why are you following me?!" I yelled, preparing to grab my gun from my schoolbag.
He put his hands up and laughed. "Wow, calm down Grace. I actually wanted to talk to you about something."
"You know me?" I said as he took of his glasses and I saw these stunning dark eyes.
"I'm Zac. Zac Efron. I know you, your Jason's daughter, a PI from New York? Listen, I work for the FBI and we would be honoured if you could do something for us."
"FBI? Holy shit. The FBI? Want me?" I said.
"That's right. Now listen, there's a new guy moved in on a street I will fill you in on later, the FBI think he has something to do with a girl going missing not too far from here. His names Tom Hiddleston. Be careful, he could be dangerous. Are you with us?"
I know about the stranger danger thing, but Zac was one good looking agent. He just seemed friendly, so together it made me comfortable. I agreed and he took me to this large warehouse where they planned things out. I met with these four guys, Johnny, Robert, Benedict and Ian. They explained everything I needed to do. I agreed and finally I was out on the case.
Tom was thirty something. He was good looking, tall and he had dark brown hair and a bit of stubble. I rarely saw him doing else than cleaning the outside area of his house and driving around the streets. He would leave early and return late every Thursday. I had no idea what was going on but I intended to find out.
One morning, just as I approached the bush I normally hid behind to watch Tom, I never realised he was literally right there. "Good morning, Grace," he said. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Hi, Tom! Just looking after my mother's plants," I said.
He nodded. "I see. Having a good week?"
It was my turn to nod. "Yeah, yourself? Been busy lately, or yearly?"
"Not much. Can't remember, sorry. Anyway, I must be off. Don't get into much trouble, okay?"
"Okay, mr Hiddleston."