By nightfall, Roland walked out through the mansion exit, strolling to the water fountain a stone throw away.
He halted beside the fountain, stuck both hands into the pocket of his hooded jacket and looked up to the skies.
This was his life now, a bodyguard to a detective who once hunted him. But even now there was no telling what the future held for him.
There was darkness all around. His past had caught up with him. His struggling family is at the center of it all. And adding to the list of his woes, he was now stuck under the roof of a man whose intentions might be more cruel than he'd thought.
Roland exhaled softly, the cold evening breeze skittering wildly across his skin.
What could Howard's savant have meant when he said the man had wicked motives towards him?
None of it made
