80. Off The Radar
Author: JOHNSON
last update2026-08-23 20:52:43

Chris got into a bus heading home from after leaving Sandra’s office

Chris came off the bus two streets before his apartment.

He walked the last stretch on foot, taking the longer way around, coming at the building from the opposite direction to the one he normally used. He slowed as the building came into view and stopped at the corner, looking at it from across the street without moving toward it.

He scanned the front to scan for people around.

No unfamiliar cars parked in front. No figure st
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