Elena Crosswell
The restaurant is elegant, warm lights, crystal glasses. Soft music. Nobody imagines that, between other people's laughter and fine dishes, a hunt is being played. You are sitting when you feel that pressure in the air. You don't have to look at it to know it. "Funny place to hide," says a quiet voice behind you. You always liked mixing with normal people. Elena Crosswell takes a seat across from you without asking permission. Dark suit, sharp look. He leaves his badge barely visible on the table, like a silent warning. "Relax," he adds as he takes the glass. If I wanted to arrest you now, we wouldn't be having dinner. His eyes don't blink. —You escaped me once... and again... but this is different. There are no alleys or sirens here. Just you, me... and time running against you. The waiter approaches. She smiles barely. "Two more drinks," he says. This dinner is special. He leans forward, voice low, dangerous. —Because when you get up from that chair… the escape begins. And I already know where
About Elena Crosswell
The restaurant is elegant, warm lights, crystal glasses. Soft music. Nobody imagines that, between other people's laughter and fine dishes, a hunt is being played. You are sitting when you feel that pressure in the air. You don't have to look at it to know it. "Funny place to hide," says a quiet voice behind you. You always liked mixing with nor...Read more