[Warning: SPOILER (sort of?)—the scene in Joel's office will not appear fully in Chris's POV unless my books get popular enough that I can afford to write a series (I'll probably do it anyway if I'm still interested at the end of this one and the second one).]
[Play the song above whenever you like it. It's Reboot by Martin Garrix. I thought it was a good song.]
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(Alan's POV)
My car engine roared to life and I ran over to peek out the window, just in time to saw the black Audi pull out and speed down the driveway and out of my sight.
A cold shock seized me like a fist to my insides and I gripped the windowsill tightly, my knuckles turning deathly white in the process.
Who in the name of the devil was that?
I pondered for a second, wondered whether to run down the stairs or call the police.
You're a murderer and you call the police?
I laughed at my own stupidity. The smallest search would reveal my array of weapons and disguises, and though it was legal for us—we had a license to kill and all that stuff—it might attract unwanted attention from the government, and from our enemies.
It might be someone else though.
It might possibly be a robber.
The idea would've terrified normal people, the knowledge of the easy access to the door, the car, a stranger taking their keys and stealing their own car away from them without even making a sound to alert them of the danger. However, I was strangely calm at the thought of a possible robber in my house. Well, come to think of it, that's not strange at all.
Like, would he stand a chance against a professional assassin?
I squinted down at the back yard where I put my car (garages aren't really my thing) and could just about make out the outline of an abandoned dirty white jacket lying on the grass.
Tri always said I had X-ray vision like a hawk, and now it did not deceive me.
It was Chris's abandoned dirty white jacket.
Wait...Oh for the devil's sake...
Was that Chris?
Didn't he just go out to take a phone call and said he would be back in the studio in a second to add some finishing touches to the song?
I was fucking expecting him to come back, not just leave.
And especially not just leave without telling me anything.
So Chris just ditched me cold in the middle of an amazing studio session in my own house for a phone call, and then casually just took my car and my keys totally outta the blue, and left my house without even bothering to warn me about where he was going?!
What the fucking hell?
This was my house, not his, and I certainly didn't want to deal with this kind of rude behavior. It wasn't even worth me worrying over him, because he took this upon himself and obviously wanted to keep a secret, didn't deem it worth his time to tell me about it.
Well, if he wants to do that, who was I to interfere?
I'm not that kind of person to initiate help, to read people and offer to deal with their problems together—it's just simply not my style. And hell, I don't expect that kind of kindness from anyone else in return either. Why do I hide behind a mask anyway? Forget my face if you've seen it, and if you've never seen my face, I'm perfectly happy with that.
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