Chapter 42: Rule #42: Power Never Truly Ends.

Beauregard.

I had nowhere safe to truly go, the only place I really had was a small apartment I kept just outside of the city lines. I purposefully made sure that no one knew of its whereabouts. My own insurance policy in case I'd ever need to escape for any reason. The walk from the private airport had been long as I stopped constantly, taking unnecessary turns, and trying to lose anyone who might be following me.

The apartment was above a Latin restaurant, the sounds of the music flooded the streets as well as the smells of the food and sounds of laughter from the dancing that took place. There were plenty of people on the street, enough to hide my sudden arrival at my apartment. I was exhausted but I couldn't ease back on the tension in my body.