chapter one hundred and eighty-three

Olivia's POV

"Why do you need the job with the number?" Tony asked, picking up the notebook that was near the table.

"I need to find a person," I replied hesitantly.

"Your mother?" he raised his eyebrows, suspiciously.

"I'm starting to think you're a crazy stalker."

"I can be many things, Miss Mitchell," he smirked maliciously.

That was really happening. I can't have more drama. But on the other hand, he might be helpful. I won't discard this ace up my sleeve.

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Finally home, I enjoyed the time with Anthony, he's funny. He doesn't even seem like a cop. He doesn't even seem like my father's friend. He doesn't even seem older. What the hell is happening to me?

There was a message from Peter on my phone, he said he needed to stop stalling and tell me something super important and that he couldn't stall anymore.

"DAD, I'M HOME," I shout as I open the door.

"Stop yelling, you crazy. Dad's in the shower. He's mad at you," Louise replied angrily.

"And when isn't he?" I laugh. "Lou, do yo