River
"You sure this is the place?"
The question leaves my mouth quietly as I stand beneath the flickering lights of the service station forecourt, phone pressed against my ear, rain ticking on the hood of my jacket softly.
"Positive." Ezra wastes fewer words than me.
The cash machine's positioned beside the entrance. Three security cameras. Two blind spots. One road leading north. Three leading south. The card transaction happened hours ago, its timestamp sits in my head alongside a thousand other pieces of information. Dates. Locations. Names. Patterns.
The reality of hunting someone is patience and observation.
People always leave pieces of themselves behind, the trick is knowing where to look.
"I'll call when I have something."
I slide the phone into my pocket and breathe deepl
