Chapter 11: Why Is It Him!?
It was around 9 pm. No person was to be seen in sight as I was standing in front of a tall wide building which was my company.
‘Was it always so big?' I wondered as I was scanning it from top to bottom in my lazy get up. My hair was still tight up in a bun, but next to it I was also wearing a black sports legging with a baggy brown hoodie over it and some white converse; hoping that my face wasn't noticeable may someone spot me here.
I checked for the last time if I got everything with me. My pocketknife was with me so was my pepper spray and let's not forget my good old phone.
I haven't heard from Jack at all since the conversation on how to catch the killer which was nice for a chance if I must say. Not having to feel or hear the buzzing sound of my phone made me quite happy. I never realized how stressful it was for me every time my phone went off.
I inhaled and exhaled a few times preparing myself mentally.