Ackerman watched as Maggie exited the elevator and headed toward the Kia Rio parked nearby. She had a man with her who was all covered in bandages as though he was the Invisible Man. But it didn’t really matter. Her guest was of little concern to him, whoever he was.
The killer’s heart was racing now, and he felt almost giddy with excitement. They stood on a precipice at the edge of great revelation and enlightenment. Events that he had been planning for nearly a year were about to be set in motion, and Maggie was an integral part of that equation.
In his own way, he had warned Marcus that this would happen. He had said that in order to control another person, one needed to threaten or take away what they loved. And Maggie was one of the few things in the world that Marcus loved.
Which meant that Ackerman would have to take her away.
He smiled as her car pulled past him and down the ramp. Then he slipped his own vehicle into gear and slid into traffic behind her.