Chapter 55. Patient Obsession

The room stank of smoke, mold, and cheap liquor. Eddie sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the peeling wallpaper on the cracked wall like it had the answers, as he tried his best to avoid looking at the ceiling, which had brown water stains that reminded him of the past.

He hated this place, but it was unfortunately what he could afford near the hospital. Things had been tough for him since they blew the cover of his fake identity gave him.

They had found his tunnel, the hidden entrance he spent weeks building under their old house. All gone. The cameras, the wires, even the notes he’d written about her—Rosie—were burned or bagged by police.

He’d watched the news and seen them showing his face on every channel. “Wanted,” they said. “Armed and dangerous.”

The damn cripple even had the nerve to put a bounty on his head, which made regular movements more difficult.

He rubbed his face with both hands, breathing hard. He'd had to dye his hair, and t