THE CHASE: Prologue
It is extremely hot for you to wear a jacket, but where else will you hide the knife? People won’t care. They never do. Everyone is so busy with their own sad lives that no one ever gives a second glance to anyone these days. The lethal addiction of the cell phone and the attractive applications on it are a boon to people like you. It makes the hunt easier. It helps you disappear. No one cares about the surroundings any more. No one bothers to notice the little details. Nobody cares. He doesn’t look like he cares either. With a belly like a watermelon and a beard overgrown, he’s drinking coffee with the laptop open in front of him. He looks 40. Pretending to work, his eyes wander from one woman to another in the cafe till it lands on you. You lick your lower lip a little, smirk and look away, sipping your iced tea. One hand slowly feels the knife on your chest, your nipples hard. His eyes are black. Not your type, but he will have to do it for now. It is getting late and there is no
