The piano played its last chord and the crowd gave a standing ovation. The violin player took a bow together with the accompanist. Jared was in a show at the HFAC. He always enjoyed a night of cultural entertainment. As the performers bowed again, the crowed continued giving them a round of applause. Jared found the show exceptional. One of the best he had seen in a while.
Thinking of that last piece as he left the recital hall, he didn't notice the group of men in brown suits and sunglasses standing just outside the foyer. Before he knew it, he was being pulled into the elevator.
"Whaddya think you're doing? Get your hands—"
"Detective Miller. We need your help. Stay quiet."
They hit the button and got off on the first floor. It was deserted, as usual. No one has actually stepped foot down there in years. The walked across the dusty floor into a tiny practice room that Jared was sure hadn't been used since the Ice Age. The piano in there was actually a harpsichord, it was so old.
"Detective Miller. We heard about your success in finding a werewolf this week. We came to congratulate you. Well done."
"You guys brought me all down here to say 'way to go'? I know we like secrecy and all, but I think this was a little much, don't you agree?"
"There is, in fact, something else." The brown suited man took off his sunglasses and looked at him seriously. "HQ called. They need your help."
It took only a few minutes of explanation to describe the case. But it wasn't long enough to convince him to leave.
"I can't go. I have… obligations here at school."
"You will be compensated for the rest of your life, and awarded an honorary doctorate from three Ivy League schools."
"Yeah, but… I still… I," he stammered.
Suddenly, to the surprise of everyone the room, the door burst open. Covered in dust from head to toe, and with a swollen ear from pressing it against the door, Brianna entered the cramped practice room. "Jared!" she cried, "don't leave me!"
"…you see," he explained to the men. "I'm in love. I can't leave her."
The men looked at each other nervously. Jared saw one nod to the other, who said, "Very well. She can come along. We will arrange everything. But hurry."
Without further ado, Jared, Brianna, and the men left campus, and 45 minutes later were on a place to somewhere where if I told you, I'd have to kill you. Jared was happy—with the job of his life, and the love of his life. Can things get any better?
On the plane, Jared and Brianna were together looking out the window. "So, now that we're in this together, you have to be able to keep this all a secret," he said to her. "This is all highly confidential stuff. Do you think you can do that?"
"I think I'll be fine…." She knew perfectly well she could hide a secret. After all, she was the werewolf he was trying to investigate the whole time. "You can trust me…"
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