Abigail drove the short distance from the Luxor to her apartment in the downtown area of Vegas. Chris was with Criss and his family at the zoo. Abigail was taking a much needed day to herself. The first she's had in so long she couldn't remember the last time. She glanced in her rearview mirror to make a turn and noticed a small white car follow her on the turn. She thought nothing of it, until she noticed it followed her on every turn to her apartment. Fear began to flood through her body as she stopped a block from her apartment. The car drove past as if nothing was amiss. Taking a deep breath, Abi got back on the rode to drive to her parking lot to her building.
Brent drove past her, and continued on to the parking lot one block above hers. He sat parked facing her in her small blue car. It drove slowly into the lot and parked a few rows down from the front door of her building. He watched her enter, and when he knew she was inside her apartment, he got out of his car and walked the bock to the building. Quietly, he ascended the steps to the third floor. He tried the knob and it turned easily in his hand. He walked in and looked around.
It was empty of furniture and possessions. It was obvious she was moving. Packing tape and trash were piled around. She was obviously finishing up with the cleaning. He heard a noise in the back room. He walked to the room and stood in the doorway watching her. Abigail was finishing the last minute touches to cleaning the ledges of the window. She stood up and turned around. She saw him and gasped.
"Well, well, well…Abigail, how are you?" Brent cooed to the woman. Her lips trembled and her body was shaking in fear. He could smell it. He could feel it. It gave him that rush he desired so much.
"My god. What are you doing here? "
"Well babe, I saw you on the television with that Magician fellow and wanted to come see how your doing so well for yourself."
"It's over Brent. Just leave, please"
"That's no way to talk to the man who took care of you for all those years."
"Brent…" suddenly there was the sound of the door opening and closing. Abigail waited as the footsteps came down the hall to the room where they both stood.
She sighed as Criss came into view. "Abs…" he stopped at the sight of the man in front of him. He looked at Abigail with questions written on his face. Abigail rushed across the room to Criss and he felt her shaking against his body.
"My bad, Abs. Didn't know you were expecting company. I better go. It was good to see you again." He brushed past her and she felt revolted by his touch. Criss held her tight as he walked out he apartment with a smirk on his face.
"Who the hell was that? What the hell is going on?"
"Brent…" she whispered to him. Criss immediately rushed out of the apartment to look for the man. But, as he got to the street he was no where to be seen. Anger seethed through him, and he went back to the apartment. Together, Abigail and Criss left. They got in his car and left in silence. Abigail was so shaken by the incident.
They didn't know it, but in a small white car, Brent trailed them to their home on the outskirts of the city.