His boots clack against the concete. “You can’t hide from me no more!” He shouts practically belching the last few syllables.
I turn. I got about 20 yards on him.
What the fuck! What the actual fuck! How did he find me?
4 years of relative safety, gone in seconds. People told me that when living in Witness Proctection “You’re always looking over your shoulder.” I knew there was a possibility ...