The bulletproof was starting to bug him, as he walked back to the hotel. Normally he wouldn't care, but it just seemed like too much.
The sounds of waves crashed onto the shore and then retreated back. He wanted to run and jump in. Let the water wash over him. Maybe then he could find the purse. He was halfway to the hotel and the pier now. He looked back and then forward.
Here's where all the madness started. The damn car parked right in front of him. Now gone, it was back at their institute, although they didn't find anything of note. Just, food from gas stations and another name.
Alan. The other name didn't make sense,
Imogen Howe
had to be a fake name he thought.
"Alan and Imogen what are you doing over here? What are you looking for?"
The sound of waves almost covered it up, but a man was barreling towards him.
"I know who you are." He shouted. "Don't come any close."
It was almost like an eclipse he'd tell someone later, the bright lights from the hotel covered him up, the figure. Two shots were fired. Dave fell to the ground.
