Taking Chances

Spencer sat on the beach and listened to the non-stop traffic behind him compete with the serene hush of waves rolling over the sand. He thought about Matthew though, and struggled to remember key elements of their past. Something had sparked his desire to create the game of cat and mouse, and Spencer had to find out what it was. Or, he mused, maybe the killer in him just couldn't sit quietly any longer. He sighed. So, what exactly are you going to do if you come face-to-face with your ex-boss turned psychopath? Spencer spent some time in the military, awarding him limited hand-to-hand combat experience. One summer, trying to stay in shape, he even signed up for a karate class, but the moves never came naturally and refused to stick with him. To perform a good roundhouse kick now would be nearly impossible with his ever-growing waistline. No, he decided, he would have to rely on his ability to spot the enemy first to gain the upper hand. The only real edge he had was one of expectation. Matthew would have to be taken by surprise.

If all else failed, he kept a pistol holstered at the base of his back.

It was nearly dark by the time Mindy and Jenny reached the outskirts of Myrtle Beach. The former had hoped to get there a little earlier and have the opportunity to look around with the assistance of daylight.