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The drive down to Virginia was the only calming thing about the situation Leon had been dealt. Being out on the road, he could fool himself into believing he still had a slice of freedom left over.
Claire shared her address with him. He committed it to memory, and memory alone. In the months of onboarding he never wrote down a single detail about her — the only reason he opted to make the trip was because he felt like the timing was right.
The tailing had finally stopped. He had been under close surveillance, but apparently he finally cleared whatever trial he had been under. He had remained loyal to his new responsibilities, hadn't tried to take any easy roads, and his performance reviews had proven his usefulness.
Plus he hadn't exactly been subtle. In his anger, he flipped off the agents following him at every opportunity. He'd have to find a new routine, he supposed.
His new Jeep Wrangler rattled to a stop outside the gated community. Right. He hadn't thought that part through, and name dropping wouldn't be enough. Still, Leon forced a polite little smile and gave his name for the guard shack to check.
To his surprise, the gate opened. He had already planned where to park his car and where he'd leap the fence. It was almost surreal to simply drive in. Claire had given his name, and somehow he felt like that couldn't be possible. She had so many other things to worry about, how had she remembered to give the name of a guy who promised only loosely to visit 'when he could'?
Leon parked in the driveway as best he could, practically bumper kissing the parked sedan. This felt like the kind of neighbourhood that would see his ride towed if he had so much as an inch of his tyre on the grass, or god forbid, if he parked on the street.
Blowing out whatever lingering nerves he had about this surprise visit, he finally made his way to the front door and gave three sharp knocks in succession.
