James.
“All is well, James,” Giovani said, looking over the list he made on his phone. He glanced up to give me a reassuring smile, but I wasn’t buying it.
Something was wrong. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a sigh.
“You’re sure? I have noticed a lot of odd going-ons lately,” I said. Giovani tilted his head as if confused by this. At the moment, we were sitting at our kitchen table in the compound. Giovani took a long sip from his coffee and nodded.
“I am,” he said, giving me a smile. “I have yet to let you down, James, and I don’t intend on starting anytime soon,” he said. He leaned back in his chair and then asked, “What odd going-ons, then?”
“The feeling of being watched, which I suppose I should get used to. I caught people in dark clothing staring from the distance, however, before scurrying off like rats,” I said, a frown plastered on my face at the memory of that.
