The Evening Hunter [#3]

19-watching Her

“You should not be following me,” I warned Logan as I walked to my car which was parked outside the police station. For a strange reason, I knew if I got in the damn car and drive, I would follow them. By them, I meant; Ivy Haven and her family.

“I have questions.” Logan became a pain in the ass. I had no answers to the questions he had. Something felt strangely wrong, or right, it had to be either of the two.

I grabbed the door and pulled it open, but before I slid in, I turned to him. “I'm not risking losing you here, so get your face back inside.” I declared and got into the car.

He leaned on the open window. “Okay, I will ignore what you just did there and go straight to the point, why the fuck are you leaving Jack here?”

I let out an exhale, I nearly forgot him. First, he knew Ivy. He knew she was the girl we held hostage a year ago, the girl who we both found in the damn basement close to dying. Then like a bull with balls, he went ahead and started something with her sister. That alone was the reason he needed to stay behind those fucking bars until I had done enough research.  Because even when he knew that his ways as a fake Don happened to have met one of the people I played dirty operations with, he never cared to mention.

How the fuck was he with Ivy’s damn sister? So it meant Ivy met two people from her past. I was damn sure she remembered the dark past but was so unlucky to remember the people. 

We never let old shit cross our path, if that happens, we clean, a spree cleaning always takes place, yet Jack and his fake identity went ahead and did it behind my back. 
Fuck, I knew he had freedom and that wasn't supposed to be an issue, but it felt to be a big deal about it. And a bigger part was on Ivy’s side.

“He shouldn't know I came here. I'll send Elizabeth. And no one should know who got Helen out.” I started the car and drove, leaving him as he glared at me with his hands akimbo.

From my hacking information, I knew where Ivy and her sister were staying, so I drove my way there. With the speed, I got there in twenty minutes and parked my car across from the rental apartment. There was something that I needed, but I could not point it out. 

There were some movements around the building. Some people walked in and others were leaving. I waited for nothing in particular for what felt like forever.

Something about Ivy earlier made me want to strangle her sister. I saw Ivy angry, something I never saw even when I held her hostage. She always held it inside but earlier, she showed the emotion and it felt crazy. I felt sickness crawling in me just to see her angry yet she couldn't yell at her sister while looking into her eyes.

That was her life, she lived it like that. I knew sometimes she would talk to someone while facing a very opposite direction, or maybe a wall.  I wondered how the two were living, was she a burden to her? I knew how teenagers could be.