Chapter 101: Rogue

Twenty-four hours of cyber stalking, mini-naps, and watching the tag on Bolton's car go to his place of work, Thomas Tire and Auto, and then home, felt like a lifetime. With an ankle monitor on, Bolton lead a boring existence, but so far, he'd adhered to the court mandated restrictions. They caught a break in surveillance thanks to a buddy of Randy's at the station who provided them with Bolton's work schedule that he submitted for monitoring. Randy thought he'd have the poison figured out by tomorrow and would plant it while Bolton was at work.

The plan was falling into place. It was a shaky plan that Cassie wasn't comfortable with and poison seemed ridiculous and obvious. A gun to the head, that made sense, but Randy though it was too loud, messy, and hard to wash their hands from it.

Like a caged animal, Cassie was sure as she paced the floor of their room that if she didn't get out of the hotel soon, she'd lose what was left of her mind.