She knew he’d followed her. After the cold, wet funeral held in the remote dales of Scotland, Tabitha had harboured a furious desire to find those who had killed Dermot...to torture them...to let them feel a fraction of the pain she now felt...but she also knew she would have to bide her time. The Ministry had made it very clear to M that she was not to be left alone...she was a loose cannon as far as they were concerned, so not only did she have a gorilla of an MI6 agent accompany her to the funeral, but also an Auror from the Ministry, a stony faced witch, who no doubt, was disapproving of the relationship between an Unspeakable and a pariah like her. Well...she didn’t give a damn anymore...she didn’t care about making herself redeemed in anyone’s eyes....all she cared about was finding those who took love away from her.
So she went back to London, like a good little sheep. She went back to work after a few days of enforced leave...a token from MI6 to acknowledge her loss. She shopped like a brainless little muggle...went through the motions of normality...quietly scrounging information regarding the investigation into Dermot’s murder...quietly sitting in wizarding pubs, eavesdropping on conversations that may give some light as to anything that would lead her in the right direction.
And one night, she hit paydirt...a drunk wizard, slurring and boasting, a cold blooded murder of an Unspeakable....a hired hit from a muggle people smuggler who had been under investigation from MI6.
And here she found herself, looking at the men who had killed Dermot....so close she could smell them....she’d tracked them to a lonely warehouse in Manchester...they’d had a “package” delivered...some poor unfortunates packed into a shipping container like so many sardines.
Taking out her wand, she was preparing to attack, the Crucio curse straining in her throat to be released. Then she felt him...Bond...and it gave her pause. No doubt he’d been given orders to kill her if needed...and regardless of what they’d shared weeks ago..he wouldn’t give a moment’s hesitation to kill her if needed.
Sighing softly, she lowered her wand...Dermot would not have wanted this. Glancing up towards where she thought Bond would be, she gave him a small smile, saluting him briefly, before turning away, taking out her muggle mobile phone to call the local constabulary to advise of the smugglers and their sad, vulnerable victims.
She walked outside, waiting for him....waiting to be taken back to London.