I knew he’d turn up. In my gut, I knew it.
Got you, you cowardly little bastard…
He’s betrayed himself now. Until this, I had nothing before I could offer Stanton with any certainty beyond my own gut feeling that I had their target. Now, at the very least, I’ve caught a stalker in the act.
He’s returned, as I was sure he would, staking out the apartment. But I was here first, waiting.
Getting careless…
Didn’t even close the door properly…
Suppressing the urge to grin, I drain the last of the water bottle I’ve been nursing for the last two hours, get out of my car and follow…
… then pause…
Backtracking a few steps, four quick stabs of my knife into the tires ensure that Hoodie won’t be making a quick getaway by that route. This time, I don’t suppress the grin. Instead, padding qui
