“What about him?”
Cord shifted slightly.“For the past three days… he’s been there.”
That tightened something in my chest.“What do you mean?”I asked.“Like same time every day waiting for the bus or—”
“The bus stop is two blocks down,” Cord cut in, nodding down the street.“He’s not waiting for the bus.”
I watched the guy.
He didn’t move, and he didn’t look up.
Didn’t react to anything around him.Just… sat there.
“Then what the hell is he waiting for?”I muttered.
Cord shrugged.“I don’t know.It’s just… weird.”
“How long?”
“At least an hour.Every day.”
I took another drag with my eyes locked on him.“You ever see him look over here too long?Do anything else?”
Cord shook his head.“No.Just sits there.”
That almost made it worse.
Because random people did weird shit all the time.
But patterns?Patterns meant purpose.And purpose meant someone had a reason to be there.
I looked up and down the street.
People walking.
Cars rolling by.
College kids laughing too loud.
Normal.
But that guy… He didn’t fit.
I took one last drag, then dropped the cigarette, grinding it into the pavement with my boot.“Go inside,” I said.
Cord straightened.
“And tell Twister to come out here.You stay with the girls.You, Gramps, and Wheels don’t let anything slip.”
He nodded immediately.“Got it.”
He paused.“Be careful.”
I gave him a look.“When am I not?”
He didn’t answer that.Just headed inside.
Thirty seconds later, Twister stepped out.“There a reason I need to be out here?”he asked.
