Chapter 125

The city streets felt different as I made my way home from my meeting with Uncle Sal. The familiar buildings and bustling sidewalks seemed charged with a new energy, or maybe that was just my frayed nerves. Uncle Sal had been... well, Uncle Sal. Cryptic, slightly menacing, but ultimately reassuring in his own twisted way. He'd promised to "take care of things" on the family front, at least for now. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to know what that meant, but I hoped it would buy me some time to figure out my next move.

As I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that eyes were on me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I found myself glancing over my shoulder more often than I'd like to admit. Was I being paranoid, or had my father's visit awakened some long-dormant instinct for danger?

Oh for fucks sake!

I quickened my pace, my apartment building finally coming into view. Just a few more blocks and I'd be safe behind my locked door. I could draw the curtains, turn off my