At the end of the alley a car backfired. Walt's head snapped around at the sound, giving Harry the opening he needed. In a matter of moments, Walt was a broken heap next to the dumpster, and Harry was once again moving purposefully through the crowds on the street, mind racing.
He had to get to Anika. With his cover blown, he had to resort to emergency procedures, and Anika was in the dark about everything.
When he met her at that party, he had been working deep undercover. He knew what she was doing there. It was his job to know.
But for the first time in his life, he had wanted something so badly that he had done something he had sworn he'd never do. He had brought an innocent person into his dangerous life.
He had tried to protect her, tried to keep her in the dark, even though it caused fights between them. But what she didn't know, they couldn't beat out of her. It had seemed to be the best way.
But now she had to be told everything, because they were going on the run.
Constantly checking to make sure he wasn't being followed, he circled through the city, moving ever closer to the apartment.
If the Family knew his location, how many others knew where he was, his current identity? And Bob...yes, Bob was going to have to be dealt with and sooner rather than later. There could be no loose ends when they left. And now that Bob knew his identity and his connections to the Family, he was a rather large loose end. It was just as well. He had never liked Bob anyway.
He turned onto 7th Street and walked up to the apartment building, surreptitiously checking for lookouts as he did. He didn't see any, but strived to look carefree as he entered the building, even though his adrenaline was crashing through his system, and every nerve in his body screamed at him to RUN!
He made his way up the stairs, taking them two at a time, moving faster the closer he got to home, until he was there, at his front door, and as he reached out with his key he saw it.
The door was ajar.
Brought to you by Tracy Lynn
Up tomorrow: Philogynist
3 comments:
Ooooo....I'm on the edge of my seat. Good job!
C'mon, Philo, even I need to know what happens next. It damn near killed me to stop there.
The door could have been a penguin instead of a jar, but that's just quibbling.
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