Oh, this little one ... "I hate you!" I called out to him and stepped onto the short path that led into a courtyard between several houses. Meadow, earthy ground and a trampled path that led to the garbage cans. In the middle stood several old chestnuts, which with their spreading branches almost touched the surrounding house walls. The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used.I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better."Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."Did anything touch this man at all? I couldn't care less. Annoyed, I pounded the backpack in

Our way led us to a rather deserted area at the harbor. Old warehouses were lined up close together and with their shabby facade did not look very inviting. At least the part I could see in the dim light of the few street lights. And the warehouse in front of which the car came to a stop looked even darker than all the others put together.Bare walls made of old brick on which sprayers had immortalized themselves. Senseless lettering that was a lot, but certainly not art. The sheet metal ceiling was slightly arched upwards and large gates under a roof had probably received the delivery once. All around it was growing brown grass that looked more dead than alive, and a rusted fire escape led up to the roof. The only difference to the other warehouses here were the windows. They were all fine. Okay, maybe one of them had cracks or blind spots, but they would probably be able to keep the rain out - most of it at least.In the small, shabby parking lot were several cars, o

This is none of your business, so stay out of it.""You can forget that. You tell me now what's going on here. "Without slowing his pace, he raised a raised eyebrow at me. "Anything else?"Yeah, I should come up with a good threat now, really quickly. Unfortunately, I've never been particularly good at that. “Otherwise I'll go to Jilin and tell her about this. You can take poison on that. ”His boss would be interested in the fact that Reese sold the proles like other people burned CDs.Reese shrugged and stopped by the car to search his pockets for the car key. "Just do it. She doesn't know how many young animals there were and if I say that there were only three, who do you think she is more likely to believe? Your top venator, or a little intern who is longing for attention? "Longing for attention ?! It was probably too good for him! "You illegally sold an unknown prole!" Okay, selling proles was illegal one way or another, but that

"What about Dom?" I got up from my seat and put the used bowl in the sink with the other dirty dishes. I should actually have to clean it up, but I just felt too tired for that. That would have to wait until tomorrow morning."Hello? Best friend? He was waiting for you to call him and tell him how your first day went. "Oh no, she was probably right about that. I sighed loudly into the phone. "I'll just send him a message that I'll get in touch with him tomorrow to tell him everything.""Well, is he satisfied with that?"“He won't have any other choice. So now I depend on you We'll hear from you again tomorrow. ""Okay, bye and don't let your coach annoy you too much.""I'll try," I mumbled into her laugh and then just hung up. Then I quickly wrote a message to Domenico that I was tired and would call him tomorrow while I crossed the kitchen and turned off the light when leaving. My next stop was in my room, where Wynn was lounging on

Amazed, I stopped in mid-motion, so the towel hung in the air instead of loading on the table. What should that mean again? God, I've been with guys every day. With what I was doing it was just inevitable and although I thought I knew the male species humans pretty well, this guy made me feel insecure. I didn't like that."Ah, it says here you are an orphan," he said and traced the lines in front of his eyes with his finger. "Your parents were killed by proles."A painful stitch twitched my heart. That wasn't a topic I liked to talk about. "Unfortunately this is a repetitive phenomenon these days," I replied, quieter than I wanted. Sighing, I put the towel on the table.Nick closed the folder and tapped it thoughtfully on the chin. "But at least you got to know her.""You don't yours?" I leaned back, keeping my eyes on the towel."Nah." He let the folder sink into his lap. “My father ran away when he noticed that he had impregnated his wife a