The name was there, plain in front of his face, but Axel blinked several times to assure himself he wasn’t just seeing things. Yet the signature didn’t disappear or waiver in the slightest: Tom Hanniger was written neatly in the motel’s guest logbook. Three months of playing armchair detective led him to this Podunk little county in the hopes of tracking down the psycho who terrorized Harmony; and only when Axel decided to call it a day did he find exactly what he’d been looking for
( ... )
Axel stood rooted to the spot. He’d recognize that broad frame anywhere, even in the faint, buzzing security light of a crummy motel. Instinctively, he reached for the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans but stopped himself, eyes fixed on Tom in case he chose that moment to look up. It would be beyond stupid to not only shoot him when he so clearly had the advantage, but to shoot him when there were untold numbers of witnesses scattered about
( ... )
Tom looked up with a start, a million and one things happening in the split second it too to lock eyes with Axel. His heart nearly stopped with the sudden amount of dread that fell upon his situation. How could he ever forget that voice? How could you ever replace the cocky way Axel carried himself, especially when he knew he had something good.
The novel Tom had been holding hit the ground, let go by numb fingers, and all he could think was no, no, no!
"Fuck.."
More of a whisper, really, as he quickly looked around for a way out. Naturally, of all the places to sit, he would choose the far corner - effectively boxing himself in. There was nowhere to go that didn't involve trying to get past Axel, and they both knew it.
Fuck, FUCK, this can't be happening-He had been so careful. SO careful not to talk to anyone, or look directly into security cameras, how the fuck had Axel found him? And more importantly, what was he supposed to do now
( ... )
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The novel Tom had been holding hit the ground, let go by numb fingers, and all he could think was no, no, no!
"Fuck.."
More of a whisper, really, as he quickly looked around for a way out. Naturally, of all the places to sit, he would choose the far corner - effectively boxing himself in. There was nowhere to go that didn't involve trying to get past Axel, and they both knew it.
Fuck, FUCK, this can't be happening-He had been so careful. SO careful not to talk to anyone, or look directly into security cameras, how the fuck had Axel found him? And more importantly, what was he supposed to do now ( ... )
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