Hi guys, this if my first multichapter. I will try to update it regularly. Hope you like it! Rating will be changed as story progresses if needed.
Beta'd by the lovely the-saviors-pirate on Tumblr.
prologue.
Edwin Moore. Thirty-seven years old, two hundred and nineteen pounds, six feet and two inches. Killian read his target's profile. He had been watching him for the past week, tracking his every move. Edwin was a thief. Ran off with $200k of gold precious gems he had stolen from his previous boss in Santa Clara. Moore had suddenly quit, saying that he would be moving to Storybrooke, ME. His boss checked inventory that night and found that the jewelry and baubles were missing. She called Killian the following day, and he had been on the lookout for anyone new arriving in his town. Four days later, a pickup truck hauling a U-Haul trailer passed the town welcome sign. Killian waited a few days and let him get settled in before he really cracked down on observing him.
Ten days later and Killian was watching as he took a large navy blue, velvet box with him into the woods. Time to make my move, he thought.
With quiet footsteps, he followed behind Moore as he ran through the woods. Tripping over a tree root, Killian fell. He managed to keep his groan of pain quiet but he had to roll behind a bush as Moore heard the thud and looked around frantically in Killian's direction. Alerted that he might not be alone, Moore ran faster.
Killian checked his wounds. His left knee was scuffed and his nice Levi's had a hole in them. As he fell, he had hit his elbow as well and a sharp pang came from it. Rolling back the sleeve of his gray sweatshirt, he looked at his right elbow. That would surely be a bruise. Shit, he thought.
Getting up, he tried to find Moore again. The trees were quiet around him, everything deadly still, other than the sound of a squirrel scurrying around.
Frustrated, Killian walked off toward the direction he thought he had seen Moore run. After ten minutes of searching, it was evident he had lost his mark. Killian began the long trek back toward his truck.
He was about two miles out from town, but he wasn't about to even try to walk it. His injured leg had him limping and he eventually had to sit down and rest. Finding a large rock to sit on, Killian pulled out his phone. No new messages, no new notifications. It was well past two o'clock and he had been aiming to be back at his office with Moore before 1:30.
Looking up he admired the scenery. Maine's woodlands truly were a beautiful place and he had always enjoyed the sight since moving here from Boston two years prior. The snapping sound of a twig tore Killian away from his thoughts.
Getting up, he quietly followed the sound until he found an old yellow bug on a dirt road that came off the highway farther down from where he had left his truck. Curious as to why it was there, Killian inspected the vehicle. He looked inside and found a pile of clothes in the passenger seat as well as a blanket and two pillows laid out across the back seat. Someone is living here, he realized. He pulled out his phone as he turned around to a blonde woman with a frying pan.
She struck him with it and the last thought he had as he faded out of consciousness was how beautiful she was.