Doing the right thing means I have to die.
My secret precognitive abilities warned me so. There is no changing my fate, no matter how hard I try.
When I take a gunshot wound to the chest, my final resting place will be a shallow grave.
If only I knew who will pull the trigger.
My lifetime of running won’t help me now.
It’s too late for that.
There is no walking away from this moment or from the man I was destined to love for the rest of my life, no matter how little time I may have left.
I needed the help of the one woman who is avoiding me at all cost.
This is just my luck.
This is personal, and long-overdue where answers are on the line.
Getting her to agree is going to be impossible, especially when we met and I discovered that she sees only her impending demise in my eyes.
I’m going to have to get creative in convincing her to help solve my case and, more importantly, figuring out how to keep her alive.