Chapter 58. The Watcher
The Watcher
All these people make me queasy. It wasn’t my idea to do this at the party, but the girl forced my hand.
I scan the crowd, put on a charming smile, and try to stay in character, but my eyes dart around. I need to ensure everything goes according to plan, and for that, I have to know exactly where all the players in my chess game are positioned.
I can be a loner these days. Trauma does that to a person. You learn to keep people at a distance, letting only a few into your circle, and even then, they don’t really know the true you.
But tonight it’s good to see an old friend, if I can use that term loosely. And it’s perfect timing, as I’m handed exactly what I need to finish this once and for all.
I open the tower door, quiet as a mouse, closing it silently behind me.
It’s dark as night in here, but I know every stone in this house.
I could descend the staircase into the depths blindfolded.
Even so, I move slowly, one careful step at a time.
She won’t hear me coming, but there’s a good chance she can’t hear anything at all.