Identity Unknown

Chapter 8

Day three of staying at Arnold house was proving stressful for Nathan. Pretending to be happy with him was getting tiresome. He felt eager to ask him question's but because he could not risk the mission of finding his father, he simply stayed silent and talked less. His conversations were more focussed on his school work and other problems teenage boys faced. Arnold was completely convinced that his nephew was clueless on the whereabouts of Simon. The teenage boy, was alone at the house. He granned a copper coin then opened wide the window curtain to let sunrays in. He placed the coin on the table which was opposite the home camera. By doing this he knew that the camera screen would not be able to detect him. A skill he had learned from a YouTube video. 

He then entered Arnold's office as it was unlocked. The teenager began to search through the drawers, hoping to find something, anything that could expose his uncle. After an hour searching, he found a drawing. It was signed by Simon. Nathan didn't understand what the drawing meant. It was a square shape with a circle inside of if. Inside the circle were tiny squares attached to the circular line. Each square had a Hebrew alphabet. Nathan did not understand the language but he knew what it was. He grabbed the drawing quickly and put things back to how they were. He then ran back yo his room and dialed some numbers on his phone. 

"Hello." Pauline answered. 

"Hey, its me. Are you busy?" 

"Well yes. I'm in the middle of something." 

"Can we meet. I found something in Arnold's office." 

"What? I told you to be a normal kid, not spy." 

"Its a drawing, a square with a circle in it." 

"Where are you now?" 

"At home." 

"Okay, stay put. I'm coming." 

Nathan breathed heavily. 

His hands trembling in fear. 

Pauline arrived after 5 minutes. 

The teenager was shocked. 

"We can't risk you being here, what if he finds you?" Nathan asked, nervously. 

"If he finds me I'll tell him I got your call. You wanted help in algebra and I as a caring part time tutor part time butcher decided to help you." 

Nathan chuckled. 

"He won't believe you." He said. 

"Well he will search for my surname and name on the internet and find out that I was telling the truth." 

"Does this mean your name is not Pauline?" 

"Its Pauline." 

"And your surname?" 

"Its Pauline. P for short. Pauline P." 

"Wow." 

"I am a spy. No one can ever know my real name." 

"OK.." 

Nathan grabbed the drawing he had found and gave it to the spy. 

She began to analyze it. 

"Do you know what it mean?" Nathan asked. 

"Yes. I have to take it with me. I'll send you a fake one tonight. I'll put it back in Arnold's files." 

"It was in the blue file." 

"Fine. I'll call you soon." Said Pauline making her way out. 

The teenager breathed heavily, two minutes later he heard a bell on the front door. He hurried to get it but a frown fell before his face as soon as he realized that it was officer Sanders on the door. 

"Bentley junior, can I come in?" Said the police man. 

"My uncle is not here." 

"I know that. I am not here for him." 

"Did I do something wrong?" Nathan asked, worried. 

"I don't know. You tell me." 

The teenager was trembling but he opened the door still. 

The officer entered with a wide smile upon his face. He looked around the house as if looking for a strange occurrence. 

"Can I get you something to drink, water or coffee?" 

"Why would I need those things? I am not your family or your friend." 

"I was just.. Never mind." 

"Tell me something son. Do you smoke?" 

Nathan began to sniff on his own clothing. 

"No. I don't smoke." 

"Then why did you open the window so wide when it's this cold." 

"I just wanted some fresh air to enter." 

"Okay. That's good. I see you care about your health. Small advice, don't event smoke. Once you puff, you'll never want to stop." 

"I won't even try it. I hate the smell of tobacco." 

"Good boy. Tell me something, who was that lady that just left here?" 

Nathan opened his eyes wide. His heart began to pound at a fast pace. 

"That was just my friend." He said. 

"She looks too old to be your friend. Or is there a secret you between the two of you. A love affair, perhaps?" 

Nathan chuckled slightly. 

"No, nothing like that. She helps me with algebra. My dad hired her." 

"Oh. I thought she was that butcher from south street." 

"Yes. She also owns a butchery. She's a part time tutor as well." 

"You mean she's the woman who was supposed to meet with your father the day he disappeared?" 

"Yes. Its her." 

The police officer sighed. 

"Well alright then. I'll be on my way then." He said. 

Officer Sander's got into his car and drove to the police station. As always it was busy. The other officers respected him greatly. They nodded at him whenever he entered. They even went to him for advice. He closed the door to his office then sat comfortably on hi chair. However, he did not believe Nathan's story about the butcher-tutor friend of his. He dialed Arnold's number. 

"What do you want now?" The Bently brother asked. 

"What do you know about Nathan's tutor?" 

"My nephew doesn't have tutor." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes. What's this all about?" 

"Seems like you have a liar for a nephew. He's good. He's really good."  

"Meet me at the office in an hour." 

"Alright then."