Nicky's POV
Now before everyone starts judging me, they left the front door wide open. It was like an open invitation. It was the equivalent of them saying, "Yes Nicky, please leave. I'm begging you."
Who could ignore a request like that?
Certainly not I. That'd be rude. I suppose in some ways I'm considered a guest, and when they blatantly ask the guest to leave, who am I to object?
Also, I was in no mood to stick around. Agent Asshole was being even more intolerable than usual.
Smug bastard. Let's see how smug you are when you realize I walked right out of that safe house, in broad daylight, while you were on the phone, in the main room, with a clear view of the door.
Who's laughing now?
I adjust my backpack higher on my shoulder as I walk through the automatic doors and into the
