Author’s Point of View

The man watching Artemis and Daymon’s hideout from a hidden corner chose a tree. Sure, the tree could make a better hideout, and he just can’t tell why he’d since chosen to lay by the shrubs as he watched and waited for ages for the promised backup.

He sure didn’t know his boss to be so tardy, especially with the knowledge of the fortune they’ll make from delivering the two scurry birds in the hideout.

He leaned to the tree and sucked air through the gap of his teeth. the two scurry birds hadn’t shown up from the hideout. They’d been in there probably deciding their...