Page 133 of Nights At Sea


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He could be from the competition.

Or he could just be a tourist walking the shore.

I’m surprising myself with how calm I remain, or perhaps I’m just becoming numb to always being in danger.

At least here at the café, in a public setting, he can’t do anything if this guy was in fact here for me, right?

What am I going to do if he is?

Contemplating this question sets off the jitters in my body, and I feel myself grow tenser by the minute.

For starters, I need to stay in amongst people, but how would I get away? Jump in a taxi and drive off? But where would I go?

Bern, the Irish embassy… it really looks like my best option.

I try not to be obvious, but throughout breakfast, I keep an eye on him. At one point, he gets a phone call and stops pacing, looking casually in the café’s direction.

Fuck!

My knees begin bouncing by themselves, and my hands turn clammy.

Run, run, run.

When the waitress returns, I request the bill and pay her right away. I need to get out of here…now.

I also ask her if she could call me a taxi, and with a little cajoling and telling her I left my phone at the hotel, she agrees.

My, yet again, spontaneous plan is to wait here until the taxi comes, then jump in and drive off. Hopefully, before that guy finds a way to follow me.

After he ends the call, he walks directly to my table, stops, and looks at me.

My stomach drops, the pancakes I just ate heavy as boulders.

Our eyes lock, and then, brazenly, he sits down in the chair opposite me.

Oh God!

Is he going to pull a gun under the table and point it at me?

Shit, shit, shit.

I was so close. But it’s not over yet. I still can get away.

Up close, this stranger looks super fit with a sculpted, muscular body, and short cropped hair. If I was in the right frame of mind and not scared shitless, I’d even say he was handsome.

“My name is Ethan Smith,” he begins, holding out his hand to me. I stare at it but don’t move to shake it.

What the heck?

“I work for a private security company,” he continues. “I’m…”

The rest of his sentence fades into nothing as the blood drains from my head, and all I hear is my pulse pounding in my ears.

All I caught wassecurity. Did Tiero send him to find me?

Is there a whole team out there looking for me?

There’s probably a huge reward for bringing me back. Maybe he is a bounty hunter.

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