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He’d picked up the bottle on his drive here from Lover’s Beach where he’d left her

Erica had screamed and his world had cru another step down the path that he knew led to nowhere? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her

He grabbed the liquor bottle Killing caency even said the best It had been years since he’d bought whiskey The last ti after a o He hadn’t, but instead returned to Destiny to try to get his head on straight It had worked for a while Now his head wasn’t on straight and the bottle was calling to him

He set it back down on the nightstand—its contents undisturbed—next to his sunglasses Even though the only light in the dark rooh the cheap mini blinds, he put the shades on

Where to go from here?

Not back to Destiny He would only fuck up the good thing that was happening between Cah his old boss at the Agency had called it a high-class security guard detail after he’d taken the position two years ago He’d never lad to be back hoo back Ever He’d made Erica scream That sound continued to echo in his ears

His gut twisted into a knot He left the bed and went to the bathrooainst the sink and looked at his reflection, di back at hiun Still, the man in the mirror was a killer

There was only one thing he could do now, though he’d been running froiven up on hi him to return to the life he’d left

He walked back to the bed and pulled his cell out of his jacket Staring at the whiskey bottle, he punched in a nuency with his thumb It was time to accept the truth

He brought death Erica was life itself He was no good for her

“Strange, is that you?” his old boss asked

“Yes, Black” Dylan set the glass down by the unopened bottle “It’s me”

Erica stood behind Matt, staring at hison his keyboard She was so anxious They hadn’t found anything that pointed to where Dylan ht be, so her worry continued to expand inside her

“He’s good,” Matt said “Alas”

“What do you mean?” she asked him