Prologue
Alec
3 Years Ago
I stared out the window as I watched my brother Garrick stand there.
I had no clue that he had figured it out.
Well... he had figured out part of it.
But not the whole part.
And he never would.
Because only a select few individuals knew what I actually did for a living.
Sure, others that I knew thought I did something else.
And I went right on in letting them believe that.
It was easier that way.
Better.
Because as long as that number stayed on a select few individuals, it would make it harder for those who wanted me dead to find me.
Over the years, I had to be smart.
Quick.
Never allowing anything about me to appear on social media.
Always being careful to hide any identifying marks.
No visible tattoos.
And keeping the beard I always wore in place.
I sighed as Garrick became a spec, blending in with the terrain.
Then I rested my head back and closed my eyes.
I needed to get some sleep.
Because there was no telling if I would get any.
Four Months Later
I sat there in my dark living room.
My hands shook as I stayed planted in my seat.
Not reaching for my phone.
Not reaching for my keys.
Not getting up and going out.