I'm so sorry! I had trouble with the writing and couldn't get the chapter posted. I have the next week off, so I'll try to get something posted.

This chapter is one of those in between chapter, there's action but it's quite short. Hopefully you like it.

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Ranger POV

My steps were heavy as I walked towards my men who were waiting for me at the cars. Their expressions matched mine, we were all serious and quiet. This was it, Pierre was going to pay for what he had done. Steph wasn't still alright, she'd toss and turn in the bed every night even though I was there. Guess it was the stress that he hadn't been caught yet, but thankfully that was coming to an end. I sighed as I reached them.
"The address the florist gave us is five blocks south from here. Hal has been monitoring the house. Somebody is inside but we can't tell if it's him." Tank was handing out radios. All the men nodded and moved to their cars. I stepped into mine and Tanks. I was driving and leading this operation, but I was thankful for Tank doing all the talking. My brain was occupied with thoughts of everything but mostly Steph, alone at home but I trusted that she wouldn't get into trouble.

I pulled out of the garage and sped out on the street. Tank was quiet but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. I glanced at the watch, 10.29.


11.13

We had been monitoring the house for a while now. There was a man inside who looked like he was getting ready to go out. My thoughts were alarmingly distracted as I thought about the woman waiting foe me back at home. These feeling were new and strange to me, I haven't felt this way even with my ex-wife. It seemed like my world didn't just evolve around the job, it evolved around Babe. Like I was breathing and living just to make her happy and the thought of marriage didn't seem like an impossible thing anymore. Hell, why not even babies? The thought of a little me and a little Babe running around the house made me smile. I was certain about this now, I wanted to marry that woman, but the problem was that I had told her that I'm not the marrying type. She would think that I had lied to her and she wouldn't trust me anymore. I had to think how I'm going to break this to her.

My thoughts were cut of as a man stepped out of the front door. He didn't look like I had imagined that he would look like. Quite skinny and it looked like he wouldn't be able to pick up a pebble yet alone women. He had dirty clothes and he hadn't shaved in days. He walked quickly to the car and pulled out of the driveway. I waited a moment and then drove after him putting a few cars between us but not letting him out of my sight. Million thoughts raced in my head. This was it. The end to this horror story, was it now the time for a happy ending?

He drove to the market a mile away. We pulled up next to him and confronted him when he came out of the car.

"What the hell man?" he shouted as he realised that he was surrounded.

"Are you Aaron Cavalier?" I asked him.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm Jimmy Morrales."

A horrible feeling started to rise.

"Is this your car?"

"As if. A weird french guy gave me 200 dollar if I drove from his house here. I should never had taken this job..."

My worst fear came true. I turned around and raced to the car.

"Somebody get someone up to seventh floor!" Tank was already calling and hopped inside the car. I sped of the parking lot and drove like maniac towards the house. Why was it that every time you had no time to waste there was a slow driver in front of you? I drove with no regards for the law, my only thought was to get to seventh floor. Tank was still talking on the phone. He looked at me with a fearful expression.

"Seventh floor is empty. No signs of struggle or anything unnormal exepct of a note on the fridge door."

"What does it say?"

"It's from Steph.

Going for a run,

Love you -S"

My heart stopped.


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