“NEXT TIME, IT WILL BE YOUR PRECIOUS”. Those were the words on the note. Ivan tried not to throw up at the horrifying thought. As the officers stood outside his home so he could pack his and Dom’s stuff, all he could think of was, where would he go? How would he go and why was someone after him? He had too many questions with no answers and that just added to his upcoming panic attack. He quickly parked two suitcases and his laptop bag to go. Dom was already falling asleep and the officers would escort him to a nearby hotel where they would also keep watch for the night as he formulated a more solid plan. The drive to the hotel was filled with more anxiety and fear than when he had to leave his home 15 years ago. The police were following him and so there was no need to panic but that was
