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He recognized the son of a bitch from his photos in the magazines. At least he was supposed to be a public servant, getting taxpayers' money when he did not need it. He wished he had time to take him out, too. But that was not his mission.
His mission was to get rid of Lynn; he had given her every chance to redeem herself, and she had not done so. It was time to end it. He was very good with technology. His mother had accused him of not having friends, and she was right. Ever since he was a child, he had always been awkward around other people.
So, he used the time to hone his skills, and he was incredibly good at it. There was practically no system he could not override.
And even the town car the muscle was driving was not immune to his skills. He had fiddled around with the computer system, and very soon, when he deemed it necessary and convenient, he would shut it off and do what he had set out to do.
He had the needles, two of them, one for the bodyguard and another one for her. He would wait until they had turned off the main road before he made his move.
He would follow at a discreet distance so as not to be detected. He had a gun but would only use it if necessary. He had no intention of shooting her. An overdose of heroin would do the trick.
*****
"You don't have to keep calling. I am about to get inside the car now, and Derrick is right here with me."
"I am going into the meeting now and want to make sure you are okay. I should have asked Wyatt to send two officers over."
"The pile-up on the highway has everyone busy. I will be fine."
"I wish I could believe that," He muttered. "Please text me as soon as you are inside."
"I will."
"Okay. I will see you later."
"Thank you, Derrick." She smiled at the silent man as he opened the door for her and closed it as soon as she got in. She saw him sweeping the area before sliding into the driver's seat. Taking the script from her tote, she settled back and prepared to read.
*****
"Stay in the car." Derrick rapped out the order as he opened the door.
"What's wrong?"
"I think something is wrong with the battery." He swore softly as he stepped out and looked around. It was damn dark, a wooded area that led to the private road where the loft was. He did not think it was foul play, but he would not take any chances.
Easing out his weapon, he approached the car's hood as he popped the trunk. He was about to check to see if the terminal was loose when he felt the sting at the side of his neck.
Before he could do anything, his eyes rolled over, and he slid to the ground.
"Derrick?" Disobeying the order to stay inside the vehicle, Lynn opened the door and stepped out. "Is everything okay?"
"Hi, Lynn." The sound of the strange voice had her freezing in place. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The sight of the gun pointed at her chest made her weak.
"Who are you?"
"We will get to that. But first I would like you to accompany me. My vehicle is right over there."
"I am not going anywhere with you." Still pointing the gun at her, he picked up the one Derrick had dropped.
"I am afraid you do not have a choice, my dear. Come on. I would hate to have to kill you right here, but I will."
"I just need to get my bag-"
"No-uh." he approached her, and the crazed look in his eyes had her sucking in her breath. "I am too smart for that. I might now look at it, but I am. Now move!"
Jumping at the shrill sound of his voice, she scurried to obey. "You are going to drive; I will give you directions." he tossed her the key and waited until she was behind the wheel before getting in. "If you try anything, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger. Now let's go."
"Why are you doing this?" Her hands fumbled on the wheel, and she wondered if she could escape by crashing the vehicle.
