Page 49 of Hunted: Season Two

“Your check engine light looks on,” the male who knows me better than myself some days murmurs under his breath, shifting my stare over to him. “Explain.”

I simply stuff down the unidentified notion for the nagging and shake my head. “It’s nothing.”

“Nolan.”

“I’m fine, Kid.” Clearing my throat precedes me kicking my chin forward to the open funeral doors and letting go of our woman’s hand. “Take Rabbit inside.” The slowing of my steps is next. “I’ll be there shortly.”

“But-”

“Go.”

“But-”

“Now.”

He unwillingly surrenders while she stops mid stride, a mere step away from the curb and shoots me a quirked eyebrow.

“Just need to make a quick call about that order we discussed.”

They nod their understanding in tandem and continue towards the pending service.

It isn’t until they’re both safely inside that I veer off in the direction I’m convinced someone was watching us.

McAdams wouldn’t come here.

He’s insane butsmart.

Showing up here would be insane butstupid.

He wouldn’t besafeto make a move…unless the move is mentally fucking with us.

That whole toying with his prey shit Bunny described.

Maybethisis him and how he does it.

Sneaks around corners.

Lets you feel watched without being able to confirm you’re being watched.

And he better not let me confirm that shit.

Because if I can confirm it, I’ll kill him and deal with the consequences later.

Once more, my visual skimming of the scene when I reach the building’s corner, seems to pop up nothing, convincing me to get back to my pair. The spinning of my heels is slow and deliberate, yet this time, that’s when the flicker of activity occurs again.

Itisa person.

And they’re on the move.

Disappearing around the backs of vehicles.

In between.

Camouflaging themselves as they creep along in such a way that calls to me to follow.

Verify.

Harder pounding abruptly begins in my chest due to anxiousness increasing to the same speed of my quickening movements.

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