Chapter 77: The Witch's Lair

They met up in a cafe a block away from the tabloid's main office. Emily finally got a closer look at Fred, a middle-aged man with a greying moustache. Byron only called on him for the most covert operations, and now Fred was excited at the prospect of going undercover.

"So, I was abducted by aliens?" Fred clarified. "What happened then? How did I escape?"

"I don't know." Emily shrugged. "Maybe you found their fatal weakness: they're afraid of water."

"That's the wicked witch," Fred said.

"Okay, how about they let you go so they can keep observing you?" Emily suggested.

"The main thing is, try to talk to Megan DeLorme," Byron said. "Find out what she's up to."

They watched from the second story of the cafe as Fred crossed the street and entered the office building.

"There he goes..." Byron said, "I hope he doesn't bungle it this time."

They exchanged amused looks.

"It seems like only yesterday I asked Fred to follow you and keep you safe," Byron said. "But I'm glad we don't