Gemotions

The man sat in his car, engine idling. He had followed the neighbor for miles. He'd seen him talking to strangers. He'd seen him smile. It was all a front, a carefully constructed deception.

Sweat beaded on his brow. The radio crackled with static. He was sure his cell phone was bugged. He could feel it, the vibration. The surveillance. He was being watched.

He gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. He had to decide. He knew what was happening. He knew the truth. His life was threatened.