I Came Looking For You, Eamon Rodge (1)

Harris handed Eamon a thick file as the car drove out from the insurance company and into the bustling city streets. 

"Sir, I've gathered all the information about Ms. Heather. Everything is in this file," he said, his voice professional and composed. "Also, your mother called. She said you should come home today."

Eamon took the file, his expression unreadable behind his dark glasses. "Thank you, Harris," he replied, flipping open the file and skimming through its contents. "I'll deal with this later." 

He glanced out the window, watching people going around with their daily lives, though his mind was occupied with no other than Heather. "Make sure our men are all over and watching her without her knowledge."

"Yes, sir," Harris replied.

Eamon leaned back in his seat, removing his glasses. His green eyes, with their mysterious, swirling patterns, scanned t