Find Him and Make Him Pay - Harry and Barsad
Harry kept the collar of his coat pulled up around his face. He didn’t see many people out here at night, but he wasn’t about to let himself be seen by anyone either. He shifted, leaning back around a brick wall, just out of the glow of the flickering street lamp.
He glanced down at his watch. This was the time he had instructed his contact to meet him. As this was his first time hiring anyone to... What was he doing here? This wasn’t him. Was it? He wasn’t a killer.
He killed him. He killed your father. He took him from you. He deserves to die. If you can’t do it, this guy can.
His breathing was picking up as he wrestled with the thoughts in his head. He was just about to leave, abandoning the meeting altogether when he saw the man approaching. No going back now...
Harry gave a nod to the other man, staying out of the light. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he broke the silence in the night between them. “Right on time.”