Probably dangerous.
But I don't care.
They can't protect her forever.
Eventually, they'll slip up.
Eventually, I'll get my chance.
I lower the camera and start the truck.
I've seen enough for today.
I know where she lives.
I know where she works.
I know who she's with.
Now it's just a matter of timing.
I pull out of the parking lot and head back toward the motel on the edge of town.
It's a shithole, but it's cheap and off the radar.
No one asks questions.
No one cares.
Perfect.
Back in the room, I spread the photos out on the bed.
Dozens of them.
Ainsley at the park.
Ainsley at the bar.
Ainsley with them.
I stare at her face, my chest tight.
She's mine.
She's always been mine.
And I'm going to prove it.
I pull out my notebook and start writing.
Plan:
Simple.
Clean.
Effective.