In the dark night behind the trees, on the other side of the road, a black Jaguar was parked that had a man in the driver's seat whose eyes were glued to the man sitting inside the cafe. It was Theo, his darkened eyes patiently watching the man inside like he was waiting for something.
Theo's POV :-
I could feel the knife beneath me. I don’t know how. I wasn’t touching it.
It stayed secured in its sheath, tucked away underneath the driver’s seat of my Jag. But it kept calling to me. Urging me to take it. To run my fingertips over the serrated edges before plunging it into my prey.
Ricky Harlow.
I watched him through the window of a cafe. His face lit up and his mouth opened in a laugh as another man, or more like a boy, he waved his hands in the air. A blonde hung off of Ricky’s arm,
