Episode 98

Gavril

I pulled up across the street from the shitty apartment studio that Konstantin’s phone led me to, frowning as I did so. For an FBI agent, the place was subpar at best.

I mean, come on, surely Hampton made enough money to afford a decent place to live.No wonder he felt the need to stalk my wife. No one would ever fuck him in this shithole.

Cutting off the motorcycle, I climbed over the tank and tucked the keys into my leather jacket, feeling the small revolver I had tucked away in the pocket. I also had the knives I took from Naomi in my boots, and if all else failed, well, good ole fists were going to have to do it.

I had to get to the evidence before Hampton could.

The street was quiet as I approached the studio, seeing the light filtering from the window. If Hampton was there already, I wasn’t going to let him leave alive. It would be my chance to rid this world of him once and for all.

If someone else was up there, well, I would have to take matters into my own hands.

Tuckin