Charlie
In a motel room, I pull out my tablet to contact Annabel. I need to let her know she’s safe and what this means. I don’t know how she’ll take the marking thing. If she wants me to stay away, I will. As long as I know she’s safe, I’ll respect her wishes.
I log into the secure server we have for messaging, enter my password, and provide a retinal scan.
She’s already left me one. I wish I’d said it—you know what I mean. I smile. Then read, I’m going to F with the recording tonight. He should have the authority to ensure everything comes out right before I return.
A prickle of fear rolls over me. It’s not attached to any rational thought—just a knowing. Something’s not right. Is Annabel still in danger?
Oh, Lord. How could I have left her unprotected?
Fuck, f**k, f**k. I yank ele
