Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 22
The Shadow
y li le mouse decided to get a change of scenery today. Maybe she
wanted to get away from the house that I seem to keep popping up
M
in.
As if si ng outside of a bar and grill is going to keep her safe from me.
I’m just walking down 5 th street, passing a lawyer’s office, when Mark
comes barreling out of the door. We both stop short, inches from colliding
with each other.
“Oh, Zack! Didn’t see you there. Were you just coming in…” he asks,
trailing off and looking behind him at the door to the lawyer’s office.
“No, I was on my way back to my car,” I lie smoothly, resuming my walk.
My car is in the opposite direc on, but I will sit in a random ass car if it
means keeping Mark away from Bailey’s.
“Let me walk with you,” Mark smiles, invi ng himself on what would’ve
been a pleasant and peaceful stroll to spy on my girl.
Now I have to deal with this fucktwit.
Mark walks alongside me, pra ling on about this and that—nothing that
I deem important. He must not have many friends. He’s a fucking
cha erbox and enjoys the sound of his own voice. I bet money he’s one of
those guys who stand in front of a mirror and give themselves daily pep
talks about how he’s s ll got it goin’ on.
Bailey's is straight ahead. Right as we come up to the intersec on right
before the bar and grill, I veer le , deciding to cross the road so we’re on
the opposite side of the restaurant. But when I go to press the bu on to
signal for the lights to change, Mark stops me.
“Hey, Bailey’s is a good place to get drinks. It’s been a li le while since
I’ve been here.”
I keep from gri ng my teeth, though all I really want to do right now is
grind them to dust. The main reason I don’t is because I would no longer