Page 39 of Unmasked Legacy

“I need to know where he is.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

Who are they talking about?

“Can I help you?”

Spinning around, I see an older man in grey pants and a dark tee, standing and staring at me.

“I was, ah, looking for a toilet.”

He shakes his head suspiciously.

“No toilet here for public use. Go next door.”

Well, I’m not going to stay and argue.

“Sorry,” I mumble, stepping past him and rushing out.

I guess I’m waiting outside after all.

Huffing, I glance next door at a café. Not where I want to go, but I don’t know how long Wolfe is going to be, and I’m busting. Muttering a curse, I hurry to the café and follow the sign that points around the back for the toilet. Going in, I quickly do my business and just as I step out, I see two men standing in the parking lot next to the café block.

Their eyes move toward me, and one of them pushes off the car he’s leaning on and walks in my direction.

“Well, I was right, itisher.”

I take a step toward the toilet door, facing them but making sure I’m close if need be. I don’t trust anyone in this town.

The other man grins. “Told ya it was her, prettier up close.”

“Tell us, girly, is it true? Did you take that girl?”

“Leave me alone,” I say, my voice clipped.

The man walks closer, keeping his grin. He’s tall, skinny, and looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. He’s clearly high as a kite, his eyes glassy and red.

“Now, girly, we’re not here to cause trouble. Not yet, anyway.”

The other man laughs.

“What do you want?” I snap, trying to keep my face calm even though I’m scared.

“Just want to see what all the fuss is about. You’re a looker. They’d like you in prison.”

I grit my teeth, taking another step back. I don’t want to corner myself, but if I need, I will run into the bathroom.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

He steps up close, causing my back to press against the door. Heart racing, I reach behind me to take the door handle, but his hand lashes out, stopping me. Fingers curled tightly around my arm, he hauls me forward.

“Everyone says you’re just like him. I gotta know, are you? Do you kill for fun? Tell me, did you watch him when he took those lives? Did you like it?”

Swallowing the hurt that rises up in my throat, I try to tug my arm away. “Let me go.”

“Can’t do that.”

“You heard her,” a harsh, clipped voice comes from behind the man, and I nearly exhale with relief. “Let her go.”

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