Grim Resentment by Jennifer Reinfried

Author:Jennifer Reinfried [Reinfried, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Superheroes | Supervillains
Publisher: Jennifer Reinfried
Published: 2017-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

JANUARY 31, 2016

Eliminating Max should have been easy.

It was not.

In the years that I’d done this, I had obtained much knowledge, gained plenty of experience. I could hide in crowds, knew how to follow people in a car without being spotted, stalk someone from a distance for miles. I could stake anyone out. I had patience. Determination.

And now I have the drive of revenge.

Yes, Max wasn’t Shawn.

But he looked like Shawn. And until I could get my hands around that fucker’s throat, using his own power against him, Max would have to do.

However, Max never left his damn apartment.

Once I’d found his location, I had rented a hotel nearby.

And I waited.

Sipped on coffee at a cafe adjacent to his building.

Browsed a bookstore.

Sat in a library half a block away.

I constantly kept where he lived within sight. I didn’t need Bill’s ability, as I knew exactly what Max looked like. Well, his eleven-year-old self, at least. But I knew I’d spot him the moment he stepped outside.

He just never did.

So I decided to try and lure him out.

First I stepped up to the entrance of his building. Only those with keycards were admitted.

I bought a pack of cigarettes and positioned myself outside. Drawing smoke into my mouth, holding it a moment, then puffing it out in a long line, I waited.

Less than ten minutes passed before a young woman opened the front door, two dogs on leashes circling her ankles.

“Let me get that for you.” I stepped forward and held the glass door for her. She thanked me without a smile and walked away, dogs yipping at something in the street.

I tossed the lit butt from my fingers and went inside.

There were two people named Max that lived in the building according to the mailboxes.

Max Faber.

Max Cupla.

I pulled my cell phone from my pocket, fingers sliding against its sleekness.

The lab loved to play with words.

And a quick Internet search showed me they made no exception with the name of the clones.

For future reference, Cúpla is the Italian word for twin.

Cute.

Max lived in apartment 703.

I rode the sleek silver elevator up to the seventh floor.

Passing a couple with their arms full of brown paper bags, I nodded, but didn’t make eye contact.

Soon, apartment 703 was before me.

I knocked. Waited. And waited.

Knocking again, I ground my teeth. He had to be in there. He never left. His damn fuchsia dot hadn’t moved each time I checked the map.

Knocking again, louder this time, I used my fist in place of my knuckles.

Still no answer. Not a sound from inside.

“Who’re you?”

A neighbor was poking her head out into the hall, the one from 701.

“I’m looking for Max. Do you know if he’s home?”

I didn’t worry about her seeing my face. One, she had to have been pushing eighty. And two, perhaps a familiar face is just what Max needed to leave his apartment.

“He rarely comes out of there.” Her milky blue eyes crinkled at the edges as she smiled. The wrinkles on her face deepened. “Are you his friend?”

“Yes,” I lied.

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