Dangerous Games
I quipped, and he gave me a look that told me he didn’t know whether I was being serious or not.
I wasn’t going to tell him.
Let it consume his mind, I doubt it would, but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment.
“Why are you following me Hench?” I asked now more relaxed that the person following me wasn’t trying to kill me. He was one of Emerson’s men, he kept popping up, each time in different attire.
An actor with the world as his stage.
“Keeping you safe, miss,” he said it in a cockney accent which I wasn’t sure was real, “Besides can’t let a lady such as yourself walk home alone, anything could have happened,”
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