Marcus smiled, if that was what you would call the serene edge of his lips contouring as I surrendered my name. He was pleased, but that was strangely balanced by his continued malice.
“Jonah!” he shouted to the cigar smoking man back at the car which jolted me.
That same feeling that clenched my stomach at the penthouse has come back. Fear mixed with panic is coursing through me. Jonah stalks briskly down the beach pathway in his clear-cut black suit towards our direction. Like a grizzly bear baring down on its salmon prey. He nodded to his master like a dog taking another puff of the cigar. I can hear the slight spark of the flames that light the end of it turn to ash as he inhales the smoke.
Ajax began to bark. He was only the size of this man’s beard but he was not afrai
