We had split up and went separate ways on that day and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine meeting him ever again. But clearly, I was wrong, for he was standing right outside my apartment, nonchalantly leaning his leg on his black sedan.
He seemed to be waiting for someone and it seemed too much of a coincidence that he had someone to meet in my apartment building where only four to five small families resided.
I shot him a peculiar look as I walked up to him, still wondering deep down, why the hell he was here. Okay, the FBI headquarters was in this locality but it was still far enough for him to just causally pass through.
He instantly straightened up as he saw me approach and I knew instantly, without a doubt, who he was here for.
How on earth did he find my place though? becau
