Chapter 5 : Stalking Syndrome

He let me go. The action rang loudly in my head. He let me go… Why? We'd barely shared any parting words when he'd taken me down the nineteen flights to ground level, where a car was indeed waiting for me. I'd been completely flabbergasted to realize he lived in the penthouse at one of the most expensive highrises in the D.C. area. Even the doorman had greeted him by name. It'd left me baffled as I'd gotten into the car and soon headed off, leaving the demon I'd been searching for a figure who slowly grew smaller out the rearview window. It couldn't be that easy… right? Finding him, where he lived, and him not sucking my soul from my body… it wouldn't be handed to me without any kind of karma attached to it, right? It seemed close to impossible not to look this gift horse in the mouth. The desperation to figure out why he hadn't harmed me, coupled with wanting to complete this damn mission and go home, were both equally pressing matters.