Page 84 of Affair
Poe didn’t like that.
He didn’t like that one bit.
* * * Hunters * * *
New Orleans
Jackson Park
Same Time
Most of the time, his job was easy.
When Lewis Faulkner got the call from Elizabeth, saying she was on her way there, and to give him a side job, he didn’t mind.
Not.
At.
All.
It was boring as hell watching a building.
Truth be told, he liked to be in the middle of the action, and babysitting a house…
That was beneath his skill set.
Granted, sitting in a car, babysitting Chartres was paying him a shit ton of money, and that was padding his nest egg, but still.
He liked to do shit.
It kept his mind off of the fact that he was incredibly alone, and miserable. Oh, he’d never say that out loud, but he was. There was a part of him that longed for the days when he wasn’t hiding in the shadows, like when he first became a Spider. He’d had a good time having vacations with a family, and cuddling up to Axelle.
Only, that was a long time ago.
Now, he was only a man of action. That was why he signed up to work for the CIA as a Spider a long-ass time ago. He had to be busy, or he was a nightmare to deal with.
That was the Marine in him.
Now, as he was about to fuck someone up, that was the Spider in him.
His mission was simple.
Elizabeth wanted him to abscond the Homicide Captain that had no fucking common sense. Since he wouldn’t listen to her warnings, it was time to scare him into paying attention.
That was going to be fun.
Today was the man’s day off, and on his day off, he would show up at Chartres, bang on the door, and try to peek in the windows.
He’d even tried to get into the courtyard a few times to have access to Gene. The irony was that man was a good thousand plus miles away, up North.
Someone was freaking insane.
To go banging on Mikey O’s door, and expect that the short time he’d been their family was going to save his ass…
Clueless.
That this man couldn’t take a hint…that said it all. His broken arm was better, but his lack of sense, clearly, was not.
