He wasn��셳 watching to relive the horror. He was watching because new rumors had surfaced. Whispers that Roberta had disappeared again. That the Blood Trail wasn��셳 over. That she��셝 left behind the Lovelace estate one night, taking only a vintage Winchester and a photograph of a man named "Garcia."
He still had the scar across his ribs to remind him otherwise.
The man��셲 hands trembled as he typed a message to an old contact in Thailand:
He grabbed his bag. He didn��셳 pack. He ran.
Because he knew how the episode ended. And in this story, there were no survivors��봮nly witnesses who weren��셳 fast enough.
