I don’t remember her. She’s no one to me.
Except possibly the person who shot me.
I finally reach her house and glance through the windows to make sure there isn’t any movement. When I look through thewindow beside the door, I see an alarm panel, but I don’t see a light saying it’s armed.
That doesn’t mean it isn’t, but I can hope it’s not.
All the windows and doors are locked, so I pull out my lock picks and squat beside the back door. This would be easier if I had some light, but I can’t chance anyone seeing the light and coming to investigate.
I’m not sure how Fabian knew which house was hers. His knowledge of Widows Peak was shaky at best, but he knew for sure I’d find her in this home.
It makes little sense, but so much about this situation doesn’t.
He couldn’t even tell me if she lives alone, so I have no idea what I’m walking into.
It takes longer than I’d like for me to get the door unlocked. I open it gently, waiting to see if an alarm sounds. Everything remains silent, but I can’t count out a silent alarm.
I also can’t spend too long worrying about it.
I need to get in and get out as quickly as possible.
I still don’t know if I’ll be kidnapping her or killing her.
I don’t honestly know if I can do either.
The door closes as quietly as it opened, and I’m thankful Fabian’s sister seems to take care of her house.
A quick reconnaissance of the first floor reveals no bedrooms, so I move up the stairs. A set of double doors draws my attention, one door slightly ajar.
It’s not enough for me to fit through, but I can hope it’s as silent as the back door as I open it further.
The room is mostly dark, but there’s enough light to make out three bodies in the bed.
Shit.
It looks like kidnapping probably won’t be an option.
Hell, I’m not sure that shooting her is either. Even with a silencer, if either of the other two is a light sleeper, it might wake them.
Fuck Fabian for not having this intel.
I move silently across the room until I’m standing at the end of the bed.
A woman is tucked between two men. Her hair is dark, but there isn’t enough light to tell if it’s the mahogany shade of Luna’s. Her eyes are closed in sleep, but there isn’t enough light to be able to tell what color they are, even if they were open.
Pulling out my phone, I hope the screen is dim enough not to give me away as I pull up the picture of my target. I lift it so I can glance between it and the woman’s face.
I’m fairly certain this is Luna, but I can’t say it with a hundred percent certainty.
Fuck it.
I need to hurry and get the fuck out of here.
I swap out my phone with my gun, lifting it until it’s aimed at her head.
I haven’t been able to tear my eyes off her even once. I know I should check to make sure that both men are still sleeping, but I just can’t look away.
Straightening my shoulders, my finger finds the trigger.
