I had her.
I fucking had her.
Just returned. Cornered. Surrounded.
All her crimes. Every little bread crumb I found. Evidence in abundance ready to be laid out and used freely.
Her protector warbeast crippled and broken. No threat to anyone. He knew it. I saw it in his eyes. Heard it in his voice. Fear. Hidden behind anger. Like that saying, all bark and no bite?
She mocked me. Mocked my ability and my conviction.
Like an idiot I took the bait.
So sure that I'd beaten her this time.
She saw my weakness and slipped through my fingers. We were on her turf and like smoke she evaded everything I had to throw at her.
She wasn't going to make it easy. Willing to risk everything for her freedom.
Then she had the audacity to come snooping in my own home.
What use will she have of my investigation?
I couldn't give her the chance to undo all my hard work.
I think she would.
Ruthless. But she would.
Have people tracking her. She knows the town well. But so do they.
But she keeps evading us. Again and again she slips away.
We hunt her. Corner her. Flush her out of her hideouts almost as soon as she gets to them. She has half a dozen escape routes planned and can come up with half a dozen more on the spot if pressed.
And we press her. Hard.
I've cut off her escape out of the town. She's stuck here.
Now it's just a matter of time. I just have to wear her down.
It's working. Slowly.
She came to find me again. To talk. It's all she wants.
Talk. Talk. Talk.
Get into my head and dig around. Find something to use.
But she's weakening. Could barely stand. Exhausted. Even confused and unfocused, I thought. If not for her clever hiding spot I could have taken her then.
The hunt is working.
Despite her state she still manages to anger me. To pry more from my mind than I wish to give up.
Make me doubt.
Damn her.
