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okay for the night, but the more I
think about it I should have told her to stay someplace else. I
know a chair behind the door will help keep her safer than her puny
lock, and I know she won’t put it on the one downstairs, but on her
bedroom door. Why the hell am I thinking about her so much? Maybe
it’s because she has a natural sex appeal that I’m drawn to. She
isn’t a stick by any means, but just by looking at her I can tell
she has lost some weight, and not naturally from exercise. But more
like she isn’t eating right. But her tits were big and plump and I
wanted nothing more than to pull down that small top she was
wearing and latch onto her fat nipples that were pushed to the
shirt and suck them. Damn, now my cock is hard, fuck. I hate when
that happens, I’m not one to jack off so if I need relief I find a
chick for the night. Trying to put my mind off Zoey, I look at the
map again.
    I’m good at this type of thing; it was part
of my job in the Marines. I was part of a special recon task force
that was deployed when shit happened, and shit always did happen
over there. No one ever said it on the news, didn’t have to, anyone
in any service knew what was going on, but we kept our mouths shut.
I was a tracker of sorts, I can find ways in and out of situations
getting us in and out without too much noise. For the most part, it
worked, but a few times it hadn’t. It all came from the many years
Hawk and I spent in and out of the bayou huntin’ critters. But each
mission was different, and each proved to have their own dangers. I
still have the bullet mark on my upper thigh to prove that last
mission. Needless to say, I use the training when we are out in the
swamp, to deal with the injury while we were out in the field.
Andrew may know the area because he is local, and most likely he
has done some gator huntin’, but so have Hawk and I. We just need
to narrow some points down. I throw the map on top of my dresser
and decide to jump in the shower. We need to talk to Zoey again, to
see if she knows which ones he might use more.
    Stripping out of my clothes, I make it to the
bathroom and look into the mirror. I can’t help but smirk at the
way I look now. A five o’clock shadow, shaggy hair, maybe more
muscle than before too. It’s different than what I had four years
prior, being clean cut and shaven. Hell, Hawk grew his hair out.
The water is warm and I make quick work jumping into it washing
away the grime from today. Resting my head against the cool tile, I
let the hot water cascade down my back easing the sore muscles
there. Tomorrow is going to be interesting, and right now the
sooner I collect this bounty, the sooner I can get Zoey out of my
mind.

Chapter Four

     
Zoey
     
    I think the last three nights have been the
first time I slept better than I have in at least a month. Knowing
Hawk and Wolf are after Andrew and they are at least pretending
they care means more to me than everyone else in the town and it’s
comforting. Today I went into work and now being off I want to stop
by Gran’s house. I haven’t been there in a while and with how I
have been feeling lately, I wanted something that reminded me I’m
not completely alone. It is a short drive, but my little Echo can
handle it. I brought some flowers for the old oak tree Gran is
buried underneath too. She liked daisies, just like me, so I made
sure to get them in all sorts of colors.
    When I was a little girl and daddy would be
working late, Gran and I would go have a picnic in the meadow area
of the backyard. It is filled with all sorts of wildflowers, but we
loved the bright and fun daisies. Sure, all of my school friends
loved roses and more elaborate flowers, but I love the daisies the
most. We would lay for hours and talk about everything. She would
tell me how she wished I would go to college and make something of
myself and not depend on anyone to survive. Guess I failed in that
area. But the more I think about her, I know she