Chapter 162
One month ago
Five months. Five months I’d been searching for Eli Gunnar and I finally have him cornered. He’s wily, I’ll give him that, but he won’t get away from me this time.
I’m sitting outside a seedy hotel off of Interstate–10 in fucking No Where’s Ville Texas. I’m ready to snag this asshole and finally get him back home. We have the place surrounded. We’ve laid eyes on him and we’ve made up a story to the 15 year old human idiot running the front desk about us being US Marshalls and this guy being on the run. Whatever. That’s just so the cops aren’t called giving him a chance to sneak away like he did the last time.