CHAPTER 18 : When The Truth Hunts You Down

I landed on wooden flooring. In front of me were floor–to–ceiling windows, they looked over a sandy beach and a vast ocean. The moon shone above the waving waters. The room was lit by warm yellow lights, I turned to the mahogany coffee table, in front of a L shaped couch. The apartment was empty as far as I could tell. Or maybe Malek was just asleep, it was still early in the morning.

I'd tried to sleep, but after another hour of staring at the ceiling I'd decided to pay Malek a visit. I needed answers and he was the only one who had them.

I was about to head up to the second floor when I heard the doorknob jingle. I froze in place as I stared at it.