The end of Fergus

Curtis

“Where have you been?” I asked when the front door finally opened. Angelica had been out since this afternoon and her phone had been off. I knew Spider had something to do with the fact that she somehow disappeared off the road and couldn’t be traced.

She walked over to the couch where I was sitting waiting for her and leaned down to kiss me. “I went out for a walk.”

“A walk? It hasn’t been two days since someone tried to shoot you!” I didn’t mean to yell at her. I just couldn’t believe how carefree she could be right now. Both the hitman and their mastermind had vanished into thin air. They could be following her every move for all we knew.

She planted her butt on my lap and wrapped her arms around me. “Some things are inevitable, Curtis. Even if we find out who did it, they will still come after me. Why not enjoy what’s left of my life before it’s over?”

She was serious and that was concerning. “Who is after your life?”

“Many people.” She shrugged like it meant nothing.