Chapter 49 Possible Stalker
- Ryker’s bar was becoming our favourite place. It was close we didn’t have to drive there. Marcel let the Porsche rest. We walked hand in hand out of the building. I leaned into him as we strolled down the street. Under the cover of night, we were afforded the luxury of looking like a normal couple.
- Marcel stopped suddenly.
- “Did I grab my wallet?” he patted down his jeans.