Chapter 12
“Nothing makes sense!” Hopeless, he threw the stack of papers all the way across the room. It was nearly midnight, almost time for his shift. His job was fairly simple: make rounds every hour and rally back to his post in the back yard porch of the living quarters. Nothing more, nothing less.
It’s been almost a week since he saw Clarke, and so far, the man hasn’t done anything suspicious enough for him to spark his interest. The blood, the injuries that could have been hiding under that robe was none of his concern. The man kept a strong face as he limped from here to there, and Kane watched him from afar as he did. There was just something so different about him, and no doubt Marisol thought that too.
He spent the entire evening sorting through the “evidence” that Marisol ma
