Battered (Pleas, Part Eight)

A year had passed and they finally had a lead. She'd been keeping a low profile (which he found odd) especially after the brief glimpse they had caught nine months ago.

But now there was a rumor of an infamous con back in action and not up to her game. Through much persistence, patience, and hard work, they'd gotten a location and were on their way.

He'd run ahead of the others, calling out her name. A small hut allowed him in as he burst open the door, stopping short.

Her battered body greeted him, sprawled daintily across the floor.

The point of view, obviously, has changed. The rest of the parts will be from his point of view instead of hers. Thanks for reading!