Walking, knowing I wouldn’t get to him because he was in a fucking different building altogether. I’d have to magically leap from building to building to get to him.
Bastard.
It was always a game with him.
Always. Always knowing I’d never catch him.
Didn’t stop me from trying though.
Not. At. All.
I ran through the atrium connecting the buildings and jumped over the stairs because of the buildup of people.
I looked around everywhere.
Everywhere I could look, I looked.
Everywhere I could think of that he’d go to I looked but he was nowhere to be found.
Gone…
Just like that. He was gone.
Gone…
Fuck… this was what he used to do before.
When I was an agent tracking him this was what he’d do. Except, he didn’t just appear like that and you’d see him, or run into him.
He only appeared when he allowed you to see him. That was how he worked.
You’d see him and be left with the question that was now on my mind.
Whyhad he wanted me to see him?
What the fuck did it mean?
Whatever it was, it was part and parcel of what would happen next.
Just like last time.
Chapter 8
Xander
Six years ago….
Tension filled the air.
It was actually stifling and honestly the first time that I’d felt this way since joining the unit.
I’d served as a Marine in Afghanistan for four years prior to this. Those were some rough times and I’d seen things I never imagined. Stuff I wouldn’t forget.
People died. Friends died. Acquaintances too.
It almost got to the point where I was scared to get close to anybody because that guy could be dead by nightfall.Icould have been dead by nightfall.
It was a different world though. Completely different where I was actually thankful for rules.
