But a name I won’t be forgetting anytime soon.
I spend the next hour buried in social media rabbit holes, trawling for any scrap of information I can find on this man. And I’ve already hit my first roadblock—apparently his name is the digital equivalent of John Smith. Common, dull, buried under a thousand identical profiles.
None of them match.
Not the build. Not the vibe.
Not a single skull-wrapped hand in sight.
Not that I’ve seen much of him to know for sure—a shadow and a tattoo are hardly solid leads—but still, I expected something. Anything.
He owns a pretty swanky house, though.
Drives a Mini, which I suppose qualifies as ‘nice’ if your standards are flexible. Personally, I think the jury’s still out.
And social media?
He’s a ghost.
No tags, no selfies, no suspicious likes on bikini pics from 2012. Just digital air.
It’s maddening.
The deeper I dig, the more intriguing he becomes—like the absence of answers is a riddle in itself.
I stare at the land registry document like it might blink and speak. Give me a name with a criminal record. A search history. A motive.
Anything.
Because right now, all I’ve got is a postcode, a handful of assumptions, and a gut feeling that won’t shut up.
Who are you, stalker boy?
4
Cam
I check my phone for the tenth time tonight. They’re still at it. The stamina of some people.
It’s been so long since I’ve found myself in the company of a woman, I fear I’ve lost my touch. I don’t think I’d even know how to seduce a woman into bed anymore. But that comes with the job.
I’m busyall the time.
If it’s not keeping up to date with Darcy’s location and movements, its tracking the company who seek her out.
Stupid girl should be more careful who she lets through her front door. Now she’s on their target list, and if they get her, she’ll fall into the same black hole as the others.
All those other’s who I haven’t been able to save.
She’s my last shot at penetrating the sick bastard’s inner circle.
I can’t help myself watching the feed either. A job has to have its perks. And this is definitely one of them.
They appear to be completing the entire karma sutra, flipping between positions like gymnasts. I don’t think I have the stamina for that shit anymore.
Thirty-five going on fifty.
Might as well give me my pensioner badge now.
