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Chapter Nine

Tracker

Day three of surveillance, a woman comes over. She must be his partner. He kisses her passionately at the door and she stays well into the night. I leave when the lights turn out at midnight. Her car is still there at seven the next morning. This could be a problem.

Hopefully, she won’t stay tonight. I took down her license plate, and sent it off via text to Olly, asking him to run the plate and give me any details he could on the owner. If there was anything to find out about the woman, Olly would find it. Olly was our computer hacker who can find the needle in the haystack if you needed it. He was quick and always accurate. If it could be said that I have a partner in my line of work, it would have been Olly.

The woman may become collateral damage. It depends on if she planned to stay there or not. It was not optimal to have collateral damage, it brought too much attention, but sometimes it happened. I still get paid the same. At the end of the day, it's about the money. Well, the money and me getting to release the darkness. Building it up inside can be dangerous. It's better to have an outlet .

Cait

I'd managed to get completely caught up on all my work that I'd missed. I sent everything via email to the Senator so he had what he needed and I told him if he needed anything else, just send it to me. I knew he wouldn't though. I'd be back soon, and he had other people working for him.

Tracker seemed distant yesterday. His job must not be going how he wanted. He won't speak of it. I wish he felt like he could confide in me. I guess he is just so used to being alone that he keeps it all locked inside.

Every day I made a little progress with him, but some days seemed harder than others. It seemed so corny, but I knew I wanted the white picket fence with him. I just didn’t know what he wanted.

Tracker

“Olly?” The chirping of my phone breaking the monotony of the stakeout.

“Hey, man. I have the info on your girl. Name’s Meagan Brixton. She has a price on her head,” he paused a moment while I took this in, “but it has been picked up by someone else. ”

What that translated to was, whatever shit this guy did to piss someone off, the woman was part of it. However, I couldn't touch her. She was already marked by someone else.

“Thanks man.” I hung up after finding out this valuable information. It made the mission a bit more difficult. I had to complete my own shit while not stepping on the toes of the hitman that was tracking the female.

Fucking my life.