Chapter 13: Teasing Him
There wasn’t a better feeling than being along the sandy, Floridian beach again, ending my cross country traveling. I relaxed for a week, under my own care. I read a novel, watched a few movies, and took long baths. Perhaps it was my fourth day back when I finally realized that I was being followed. Marcos found his way to Barefoot Beach, and somehow, someway, learned of my residence, and various places that I frequented: Marsol’s Coffee, Waving Palms Bookstore, Tyler Muscle’s Gym, and the Rosemary Spice Grocerette.
Home again, I recalled much about Marcos Tanzi. Real events that had occurred in our pasts, together. My thoughts slipped to Fort Sill, Oklahoma, and the militant group Marcos and I were soldiers in. There, I had trained to be a sniper, under his comma
