Chapter Sixty-Nine: He's alive

The charcoal grey Jeep sat bathed in darkness on the moonless night. Inside the confines of the vehicle its owner sat tensely listening for any sound other than the low hum of the wind outside with his eyes darting across his surroundings without pause.

The sudden crunch of gravel was the only giveaway that his associate had arrived, spotting the dark figure in the right wing mirror he squared his shoulders just as the back door clicked open.

Xander listened closely as the man shuffled in the vehicle and settled into the seat and he caught himself holding his breath.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” The man spoke, his voice holding an unfamiliar tone of indifference.

“I shouldn’t have had to come here.” Xander responded strongly as his jaws clenched and his grip tightened on the steering wheel in front of him.

“How did you find me?” The man asked, dropping the facade suddenly.

“There’s nothing in this world that can’t be found if you know where to look.” Xander answered, he