Page 47 of Allegiance
Now that he had arrived at the address, he was able to sit in Jackson Square to watch like he’d been assigned.
Yeah, this definitely wasn’t going to be tied to the sex trade and Chevy.
It was too damn nice, and he doubted the asshole was going to start targeting rich women.
That would draw too much attention.
That being said, what he could tell from it was that someone had a good chunk of money.
The place was gorgeous.
While the Hunter office was non-descript, hiding in plain sight, this place was not.
Someone liked the color blue too.
He remembered walking past this house many a time, and it had been dingy white on the outside, and now, it was bright, friendly, and even had window baskets with cascading flowers.
Someone was trying to make a house a home.
The only problem was the neighbors had to be pissed. It made their lavish townhouses look like shit.
The windows had that protective glaze on them, much like theirs did.
Someone also wanted privacy, and he couldn’t blame them. The people in NOLA were nosey.
They always had people trying to get a peek into their workspace, and it wasn’t nearly this nice.
As he sat there, newspaper open, and him staring over the top of it, he was watching the place to make sure that everything was calm.
If it was going to be his final job as a Hunter, he was going to do it right.
He couldn’t believe his run there was done. What happened had destroyed everything in less than four years.
God.
He wished that he’d made better choices.
It was all kinds of ironic that the love he craved was what had destroyed him.
Now, he was losing his family. Only, to stay there was just too painful.
Unlike Rogue, he couldn’t bounce back as fast. It was a good year, and he was still broken inside.
And stubborn.
Let’s call a spade a spade.
This was all on him.
Every few minutes, he pretended to turn a page, as he sat there in his sunglasses and baseball cap.
So far, no one was moving on the house. The place was peaceful, and not being watched by anyone else either.
He scanned the area, and he was careful to make sure that no one realized who he was.
He could tell that someone was inside the building. Every now and again, he’d see a shadow move as if someone was looking out.
That didn’t bode well for him.