John Doe
These f*****g people. How precious, him bringing Hailey to a shooting range. And by shooting range, I mean a homemade setup at his old man’s house. I watch as he teaches her how to use a gun. As he practices with her in the field. I’m a little annoyed, sure. It"s colder outside than it"s been. Winter is here. I’ve got better things to do than follow people out to the boonies.
But it just gets better. A man named Tristan arrives not long after they do. The man looks like a model. He"s maybe 5"10. He has black hair, a square jaw, and golden eyes. He looks like he should be on the cover of magazines, not out hitting targets. He wears a leather jacket and a Colt .45 on his hip.
If he’s supposed to be some sort of hired protection, and that’s the best they could do, this situation i
