Victor had been hiding for hours in an abandoned structure on the outskirts of the city, it was an old warehouse with half-broken windows and rusted metal beams that groaned whenever the wind passed through. Dust coated every surface. The air smelled like old wood and mold, but Victor barely noticed it. He had been pacing across the cracked cement floor nonstop, muttering under his breath and scratching at the back of his neck like something beneath his skin refused to stay still.
His clothes were still stained from the night before.
He hadn't slept or eaten, this were the least of his worries. he had more important things to worry about like news about Alex. he had to make sure he gone for good.
He could still feel the knife in his hand, not physically, but the memory of it. He had tossed the knife away as they drove by a bridge so no one could find it,that was the only proof they could use against him
