She was his target.
She was still his mystery.
Though he'd killed so many he still couldn't bring himself to kill her. And the more she stayed alive the closer he got to dying.
His will gets weaker each time she comes closer. It's a game. Of minds. Between love and intelligence...life and real life...the balance of the Law... justice and revenge...Luca and Marley. It's the Game of Wills.

With Luca

Bold of this guy to come back to the hospital. Bold...?? No, wrong choice of words. Desperate. He was desperate. For all I knew he had his own doubts on who knows what but it clearly gave him sleepless nights. That's why he hoped I remained alive. He sat at the bedside chair reading the day's newspaper. Quite chilled and seemingly innocent. 


" Wake up missy, we leaving," he said in a rather cool tone which was quite inappropriate for someone trying to break a patient out of hospital. 


"For someone who's survived a number of ordeals you ask quite inappropriate questions, he said handing me the trouser and jacket he'd brought. 


"What...you think I work at Ralph Lauren or something?" 


"And you think I got abs to show off or something? I'm a women for heaven's sake!!" 


"Well I've doubted that for sometime now," he mumbled removing his shirt and tossed it over to my side. 


17. The Safe House.