Chapter Two- Wobster

It was strange to see her after all these years, there are some things people give up on after a certain amount of time, and seeing "Carly" ever again had become one of these. He never pictured her as a Carly, it did not fit her physique or her personality in the least.

He watched as she got into her blue buick, pulling out he waited ten seconds before starting his own car, not a car of great luxury but not a piece of junk car either, simply a car that could blend in with the traffic, he’d always been about blending in.

According to the local newspaper she’d just hosted the twentieth anniversary of her Art gallery, and he assumed she was going to one of her many social events, in her prime he would have been spotted in less than a minute, she’d always had the keenest eye in the cult.

But marriage had dulled her senses, and to her misfortune jail had done nothing but heighten his own. Although he hadn’t served his entire sentence, life was too long to spend in jail as far as he was concerned, there were far too many people that had to be killed for him to simply rot away in a cell.

She turned on Lexington Avenue, parking at a small time cafe called Paulie’s Mocha Shop, not a very catchy name, but he’d never been much of a cafe sort of person. He watched as she stepped out of her car, dressed in a casual yellow dress that made her red hair glow beautifully.

Apparently she was married now, another thing he’d never pictured Mara doing, getting married. She was always the law breaker, bent on avoiding commitment entirely, even commitment to the mission and to her partner which had cost him dearly, had sent him straight to jail.

Pulling his cell phone out he pressed redial, phone picked up on the first ring he smiled as Mara sat at the coffee table, apparently meeting with a friend or business associate, " Its confirmed, Mara is indeed Carly, do I approach her?"

He waited as the deep voice replied with the order, " Approach her Marcus, let her know we know where she is, we know everything she does, where she lives and who she knows. Don’t draw attention to yourself, I am dealing with the husband personally, you just make sure she knows who she screwed over."

Smiling he shut the cell phone, looking up at Mara as she glowed warmly with joy, laughing at an apparent joke,  " Looks like you reap what you sow Mara."