Someone came banging on the door the next morning. Xander never slept through the night. His face was heavy and his eyes were swollen. He had been expecting a call back all night. Manny was unavailable so he resorted to someone else. He fears something must have happened to his new inside man.
Catherine was still asleep buried under the sheets. His senses were heightened and responsive to every move the outsider made. Xander went out back to sneak on the intruder. He was stealthy and quiet.
"Odd," he thought. The scent was very familiar like it was his. Xander crept to the side of the floorboards on the porch. He could see the dusty boots of the outsider.
Xander looked up at him. It was a hazel-colored skin young man in a beanie. His back was turned to Xander.
"It was just you," Xander smacked a hand over his face. He was relieved it wasn't a foe who had come seeking revenge.
