Reese Knightley MM Author

(Excerpt from "Unexpected Love")
It’s a particular feeling, being followed. It starts with a prickle of awareness and then gains power until it’s like the slow squeeze of pliers to the gut. Trusting his instincts, Chase kept his pace unhurried and slowly scanned the area.

The sun fought with the Houston cityscape making the horizon a vivid color of orange and yellow mixed with the drab gray and black of the buildings. The streets were semi-deserted; the only sound a hiss and chunk of an early morning bus stopping to pick up one lone passenger. A slow rolling paper cup bumped against the curb and a few loose newspapers danced with the morning breeze. 

Slipping into a dark alley, where Houston’s sunrise couldn’t reach the dank passage, Chase pressed against the building’s cold brick surface. 

A few moments passed before he heard the distinct crunch of footsteps. 

With a slow turn, Chase pointed his Glock at the man standing a few feet away. 

      “You’re slipping,” Chase said putting his gun away. 

      “No, I’m not,” The man smirked  tucking his weapon beneath a leather jacket. 
     “If I were a trigger-happy sort, you’d be dead,” Chase pointed out.  
    “If I didn’t want you to hear me I wouldn’t have made a sound,” The man countered.

Chase grunted, but knew the statement was fact. The man standing before him was one of the most lethal men he knew.
"Why the cloak and dagger bullshit?"