VOLUME FOUR: DEADLY BUSINESS
HAZEL
This half skyscraper did not belong in the small coastal town. I didn’t belong either.
Clouds covered the sky, the summer sun unable to break through the cover. I stood outside the tall building, which towered over the rest of the structures in Pelican Bay. I saw no signs or activity in or out of the building, making it appear deserted. Yet, my contact promised this was the place to meet him. They had to be inside or else I wasn’t sure how I’d live through the week.
Damn it.
Did I make a wrong choice?
The building looked like a great place to kill me and hide my body. I checked the deserted street one last time and tilted my head to the sky, watching the swirling gray clouds work their way toward the ocean at the end of the long street.
Fingers crossed the weather didn’t indicate how the day might end for me.