Stolen Power by Peter O'Mahoney

Author:Peter O'Mahoney [O'Mahoney, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Roam Free Publishing
Published: 2020-04-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Some people are easy to follow.

They live their lives in the routine bubble of everyday life. They walk the same route, look at the same things in the same way, and generally move through the motions without even looking twice. Only something really dramatic makes an impact in their zombie-like world. It’s easy to blend into the background and watch those people, those who dwell in the land of the living dead. The danger when following them is not to become complacent. You still have to remain alert and tail them as if they were super vigilant. Sometimes when something is too easy you let your guard down. And when you let your guard down you miss something that under normal circumstances would never get past you.

Tanya walked to her car after her shift had finished at the bar. She had a hard look on her face. Tough and uncompromising. A look that said ‘don’t mess with me today.’ She fumbled around looking for her keys in her large leather handbag, and finally yanked them out when she did find them, spilling the contents from her bag onto the cold and dirty concrete in the process. With obvious frustration, Tanya snatched her belongings up, clawing at them with her big glitzy nails, and shoved them back into her bag before climbing into the car and slamming the door. It took her five times before the engine roared into life. It sounded like a faulty starter on her car to me, but she was also clearly angry and agitated, exacerbating the problem and making it even harder than normal to start her vehicle. Her movements were fast and frantic. She screeched out of the parking lot, happy to be escaping her job, and into the flow of the afternoon traffic.

In a rush, she drove to her house, sounding her horn numerous times, even leaning out of the window to give someone the finger and yell at them. And to be fair, the guy did deserve it, cutting her off and nearly pushing her off the road. But it was a far cry from the calm and sympathetic ear I found when she served me at the bar, the pleasant woman who spoke tenderly to me—albeit about my concocted predicament—but then everyone has their breaking point. And on the journey home, Tanya had reached hers.

I called Casey once we were five minutes away from the house, letting her know that Tanya wasn’t too far away and to get out of the property before she was discovered there. She responded quickly, and assured me she was on her way out.

As we approached the house, I saw no sign of Casey. That was good and although it was what I expected, it was still a relief. I had the utmost faith in Casey’s ability to get out of there stealthily, but this aspect of the operation was outside of my power, and whenever something was outside my direct control, I felt a degree of concern.

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