They were so close.
John was in reach.
He was just a few miles away, it had taken months to find him and now he in reach and they had stopped.
Stopped.
His grandmother was upset and had called Parker, Penelope had decided they needed to wait until that problem had been uncovered a little, or something.
He didn't know, he hadn't bothered to listen.
He didn't care.
He had paced the room they had booked in some little motel, penny talking at him. Eventually he had had enough and left, stating he was going for a walk. He had told her he'd be back soon.
He'd lied and he suspected Penny knew it. She wasn't stupid.
He'd was headed for John.
They had tracked his beloved brother, who had decided to make a journey that should have taken a few days dragged out into a few weeks.
But they'd made it. John was here, a dockland warehouse in the industrial area.
He was if he was honest, he was a little nervous.
He didn't know what was going to happen. He didn't know how John would react, if he would be with 'Naunet', whoever that was.
He had taken a gun, just in case, a handgun and a few hours after leaving he's checking it and the spare ammunition before stepping out of the car. Looking over what was effectively the end of his road.
Something was about to happen and someone, he suspected, wouldn't be walking out of here.