TWENTY
TWENTY AS PROMISED, STYX DEPARTED her coffee shop just after eleven a.m. Keeping him in her sights, she relied on his super-agent skills, not hers. Following wasn’t so tough, though he’d made her paranoid someone could be behind her. If they were, he would vanish. Trusting that, she didn’t look back… which had also been his advice. They went up and down different streets, walking an indirect route to wherever they were going. There was so much distance between them that she almost missed his turn into a doorway. In her haste to catch up, she didn’t think about where they were walking into. It was a lobby, a hotel. Not the most upmarket place, but no slum either. He was at the elevator, waiting with a couple of other people. She timed her walk to ensure arrival after everyone was inside.
- Writer
