Chapter 3
Ialmost had her. Twice. But my feisty Storm wouldn’t go easily, it seemed. I had used too much poison. Such a shame. That had been a concern from the start, as I was not good with things like poison. But no one could suspect that I had a hand in her demise. What good would it do me if I were caught? Any other form of termination hadn’t appealed to me either. I didn’t particularly enjoy the sight of blood.
She had tasted the poison immediately, and I had been sorry for my heavy hand. She was supposed to drink it and go with ease. That was the least I could do for her. I might hate her, but there was no need for extra suffering.
I only wanted what she took from me. Instead of getting what I wanted, she had induced vomiting and ran away, leaving me no better off than when I started.
But she couldn’t run far from me. I always knew where she was and what she thought next. She was predictable. She made it easy enough for me to find her. Hide in plain sight, I always said.
Hide in plain sight.
I would have to wait for the locals to leave the street and the threat of the volcano. That was another unfortunate incident. Too bad Storm hadn’t chosen Montana to escape to. I should have taken my chance to reach her when she came outside. She would have believed my presence at the house. She may have welcomed what she believed to be a friendly face, but too many residents were coming out of their homes to witness the volcano.
Once the man with the big muscles left, I would try again.
For now, I would wait.