Chapter Ninety Six

Natasha's pov.

"Are we going to talk to him or are we just going to stand here watching him like a couple of admirers?"

Olivia asked with a roll of her eyes as we stood, watching the janitor.

He didn't look anything like someone that could kill a fly. Hell, he looked old and frail even though he didn't look a day older than forty.

"Relax Olivia, we can't just walk up there and ask him who H is,"

"I can and if he doesn't speak, I'll just kill him."

"For God's sake, no Killing!"

I whisper-yelled at her. The janitor looked up at us and we both plastered a smile on our faces and waved.

He gave an awkward wave accompanied with an awkward smile before picking up his supplies and walking away.

"Well now he's gone." Olivia glared at me.

"Oh relax Olive, it's not like he disappeared into thin air. We can still find him."

I said to Olivia without looking at her.

There had to be a way to get him to talk but how? I didn't want to expose myself and I certainly didn't want to have to kill someone