Abigail - S01 E54

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Abigail - S01 E54

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

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{ UNDERCOVER }

“I can’t implicate myself.” He said to himself as he deleted the video from his phone. “The truth must remain buried.”
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“What truth?” A voice asked from behind, interrupting him.

Jersey jumped in fright, least expecting to hear his mother’s sudden voice.

“What the hell, mom? You scared me.” He hissed, dropping his phone inside his pocket.

“That wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry.” She apologized. “But what truth were you talking about? What should remain buried?”

Jersey sighed and shook his head.

“Not important. Just thinking out loud. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Jersey,” She called out in a stern and emotionless voice.

“Yes?” He answered.

“Are you hiding something from us?”

“What?”

“Are you hiding something from us?” She repeated, giving him a pointed look.

“I heard you the first time.” He claimed. “But why will you even ask me that?”

She shrugged.

“I don’t know. You left me no other choice, you know.” She stated. “You refused to tell anyone your reason for hating on Marshall, your sister’s husband.”

“You came out here because of that, didn’t you?”

“Your father told me you refused to tell him anything. You claimed not to hate your brother-in-law but believe me, your attitude towards him is saying otherwise.” She said.

Jersey pinched the bridge of his nose, moving his suit jacket hung in his right arm to the left.

“That’s my business, Mom. And I choose to keep quiet about it if I want. I told you and Father already, that my suspicion against Marshall is simply because I don’t trust him. Not because I hate him.” He explained.

“Jersey_”

“Mother,” He cut her off immediately. “I know you are worried about Felicia and me. I am also worried about the unhealthy relationship I share with my sister but you know, life usually goes opposite the way we want it to. I don’t just trust Marshall. Okay?”

“Why?” She questioned.

Jersey groaned at the back of his throat, getting frustrated.

“Please not this question again. I have to leave for work right now, Mother.” He started walking towards his black Benz, parked in the garage.

“Hmm.” Mrs. Hart hummed, watching her son. “I just hope you are not hiding something very important from your father and me, Jersey. Because it will hurt so much if that happens to be the case.”

“I am not hiding anything, Mother. When did this distrust start?” He didn’t wait for her answer as he opened the car and hopped in. “See you when I return. Bye.” He turned on the ignition and drove out of the compound.

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“Where exactly are we heading to?” Robert asked in a whisper, surveying the hallway.

“The janitor’s closet, of course.” Emma answered.

“Do you know where that is located at?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“What? You didn’t ask your best friend?”

“I didn’t even tell her about the undercover mission commencing today.” She sighed, glancing over at her partner to catch him giving her one of his looks of displeasing. “Don’t give me that look, Rob.”

“This is f**ked up. What if we get caught snooping around like this? We can’t call attention to ourselves, Emma.”

“You think I don’t know that already?” She scoffed. “Come to think of it,” She stopped walking and so did Robert. “Why are you scolding me?”

“What?”

“You should have done your research as well, why didn’t you?”

“I… well, that’s because I thought you were going to ask your best friend who works here in the hospital.” He responded.

“That’s a lame excuse.”

“Listen, instead of lamenting here like this, we should keep looking around for the janitor’s closet or maybe ask someone around. We have to change our clothes so we can blend in.” Robert said.

“I know that already. Dammit!” She snarled. “Let’s just go.”

“Wait, how about you text Abby right now and ask for the janitor’s closet? It’s faster that way and easier.”

Emma nodded in agreement, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“That’s a good idea. You should have brought that up earlier instead of complaining.”

“Whatever. Hurry_” His words got stuck up in his throat when he sighted an elderly man walking towards them with a bucket and mop. “Oh, shoot.”

“What is it?” Emma looked up from her phone and also saw the man, her eyes budged open as she took in her attire and that of her partner.

Robert and her were still in their detective clothes.

“Fk, fk, f**k!” They cursed, searching around for a place to hide but too bad, there were no secretive places in a damn hallway.

“This is your fault.” Emma accused.

“My fault? How?”

“You should have brought up the idea about texting my friend in the first place, you blockhead.”

“Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you think of it instead? I mean, she’s your friend and not mine.” He retorted.

“I… I have a lot of things in my head, you can’t blame me.”

“But you can blame me. Is that it?”

“What is going on here?” The man asked as he eventually got to where Robert and Emma were standing like lost puppies.

“Hi.” Emma greeted, giving the man a small wave of her hand.

He gave her a weird look, moving his gaze to Robert.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“Who are we?” Robert repeated, smiling awkwardly as he turned to face his partner.

“Who are we?”

“Who are we?” Emma reiterated, smiling awkwardly as well. “We are… janitors.”

They both started laughing while the man stood in front of them with a scowl on his face.