Chapter6
#Chapter6
A week later, I was incredibly sore and energized from the workouts. My body was nearly there getting used to the strenuous tasks that Gregory put me through. We worked out for about three hours nonstop, doing different maneuvers with my gun, getting me stronger and faster. I admit I was growing proud of myself for sticking with it, even though my feet dragged when I opened the door for Mallory. After ignoring several of her calls, she had finally had enough and stopped by.
/"Why haven’t you been answering me, Ray Segal?/" She looked around my studio, before turning back to me, clutching her purse. She must’ve just noticed that my shirt was off. I had on sweats to lounge around in. To minimize the damage already done, I instantly reached for a shirt tugging it on my body, as she continued. /"I’ve been calling you about that Stan guy. He escaped the police station and is on the run somewhere. Did you hear?/"