Bryan jumped, cresting the fence that was built a bit too high for his liking. It was meant to keep away intruders but it was a worry for someone like him, who specialised in sneaking in and out of people's property.
Landing with a thud, Bryan chuckled at his own thoughts. The last time he'd sneaked into someone's house, he had ended up behind bars for two weeks. It felt so different and hard without Wakeville's police backing. The police department had obviously cut him loose after his continuous stunts.
That and the fact that he'd fled.
It was still evening and the breeze had picked up pace. It was cold but in no way as cold as Haston city with its unpredictable weather patterns. He missed that city and everything in it. Most importantly, he missed Bernadette.
