Face me, you coward

Someone had been watching him. People glancing at him was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Even on the island, he stuck out. The teeth. The tail. Especially the tail.

The tail was pretty unique.

But someone had given him more attention than usual. Someone with an unusual appearance of their own. They were watching them, and on another day Jackal probably wouldn't have even noticed. But with everything going on with Dalia?

He was wired. Cranked up to eleven.

So the moment his shift was over, Jackal headed out the back and went to find that bastard in blue. He had plenty of advantages, and it wasn't as if his appearance was subtle.

Not too hard to find. No, not hard at all. Jackal trailed after him, keeping an eye on him at a distance. But he didn't trail for long.

Jackal was not a patient guy.

"So," he said, catching up to Kalik as he threw an arm a round his shoulder. "What's the deal with you?"

Hm. He looked nervous. Was that a good thing? Was that a bad thing? Who knew. Jackal was very keen on playing it by ear, winging it as he did.

So he dropped his arm off the guy's shoulder.

"Saw you looking," he said. "What's the staring for?"

"You totally were," he said. "Staring. At me."

He wasn't going to back down on that. But the guy was playing it real casual, wasn't he?

"So who're you, exactly? Can't just call you staring guy."

Had they met? Jackal paused for a moment, looking him over.

"I think we met," he said. "Community center, right? You were like... I don't know." He'd said something. They'd talked about it. He just didn't remember shit.

And then, out of nowhere, Jackal changed the subject.

"You know Dalia?"