SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

Act of Jealousy

The next morning Phoebe awoke from the sound of the phone ringing and Seth whispering in a low intense voice. She yawned and got out of bed, her muscles sore from the recent events. She had expected that with Marlin behind the bar, their lives would begin to look like something like normal at least. But it appeared that he still followed them in the shadow.

When Seth put the phone down, he looked at her, frowning but not looking scared. “Bennett agreed to meet. Tonight.”

Phoebe swallowed hard. “What do we do until then?”

Seth simply nodded his head but I could see that his thoughts were in motion. “We prepare. Discuss all that we have, check whether we are prepared for what is coming our way.

The day seemed to be endless with calls to Mr. Harrison, desperate search for more evidence and a growing feeling that Marlin was one step ahead of them. Phoebe was too tense to go by the time the evening came, But she had never been more determined.

When the sun started to set low, they drove to