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into his Bluetooth talking
to the agent pursuing Sully.   “Where are you?”
    From his location, not too far behind
Sully, the agent answers Walter. “We're nearing the edge of the woods, the town
is in sight.”
    Katrina makes it out of the woods, darts
across the street and runs down another side street.
    Sully is closing in on her, the agent is
now with him.   They cross the
street and run down the same side street that Katrina chose.
    Katrina reaches an intersection. She
picks another street to run down.
    Sully reaches the same intersection.   He didn't see which direction Katrina
went.
    “You go that way,” Sully tells the agent,
pointing in one direction.   The
agent hurries down the street.   Sully chooses the street Katrina chose.   He runs down it.
    Katrina keeps running at top speed, she’s
in excellent shape and not nearing fatigue. Her running is taking her into a
more seedy side of town. The lights are less frequent, the streets are
narrowing, and the vibe is unsettling.
    She turns down another street and reaches
a dive bar, a dead end and an alley.   She runs into the dive bar.
    Inside the dive bar…
    The gang playing pool and drinking booze
does not look all that friendly.   The aging hooker does.   The
hooker looks at Katrina; she can see in Katrina's eyes and by Katrina’s
demeanor that something is seriously wrong.
    Outside of the dive bar…
    Moments later Sully runs down the same
street Katrina had run down. He looks around.   He sees the alley and the dive bar.   He decides to check out the bar.   Sully goes inside.
    Inside the dive bar…
    Sully looks around.   No sign of Katrina.   The gang looks meaner, like they're
ready to tear Sully apart.   The
hooker rubs up against Sully.
    “Wanna buy me a drink?” She drawls
seductively.
    “I'm looking for someone,” Sully tells
her.
    “I can be that someone,” the hooker
flirts.
    “Not interested thanks,” Sully says politely,
and then he leaves the bar. Once gone, Katrina comes out from hiding behind a
couple of big, scary bikers.
    “Thanks,” Katrina whispers with heartfelt
gratitude.
    “Let me buy you a drink,” the hooker
responds with kindness.
    Katrina has a seat at the bar, her back
to the door.   “I could really go
for something with tons of caffeine, sugar and ice.”
    “Rough night?” The hooker figures.
    “Too many shots.   Too many lies.”
    “Honey, that's my Friday night,” the
hooker quips.
    The door opens and a man enters.   The hooker sees him and coos. “Now if
that ain't easy on the eyes.”
    It's Felix.   Oozing as much sex appeal as he did when he was getting out
of the pool.   His dark, gloriously
fitted clothes and smoldering expression only add to his sultry mystery.
      He takes a seat next to Katrina.   Now she finally looks up and looks at the man who just took
a seat next to her.   Their eyes
lock - another intense connection like the one they had in the bookstore.   A connection that could stay linked
forever, or until someone breaks the gaze.   Which Felix does, reluctantly.  
    “Good evening, ladies,” he says, his
voice strong and sure, soft and seductive.
    “Hiya, heartthrob,” the hooker flirts.
    “You were in my store earlier,” Katrina
manages to say, her cheeks burning from the heat Felix is radiating in her
direction.   She’s not sure if she’s
more overwhelmed at seeing him or what has happened this evening, but one thing
she does know deep inside, as her eyes lock with Felix’s, is that her brief
moment with this stranger earlier today was more genuine and real than her
entire night with Sully.
    “I was,” he smiles tenderly at her.   There’s a bit of a flush in his cheeks
as he remembers the encounter.
    “Have you been following me?” She asks,
completely confused by all of the beleaguering events of the day.
    “Indirectly.   I was following Walter.   He was following you,” Felix explains.  
    “Who are you?”   Katrina asks.
    “I'm the one