On the Run

The early morning chill hung in the air and misted with every breath Lisa and Marc took. They walked hand in hand silent but for the occasional squawk of a lone sea gull and the soft swish of surf against the shore. In another couple of hours, the boardwalk would be teeming with tourists, locals, and quite possibly, the hit man who was looking for Marc. He knew it was a risk exposed as he was without the cover of a crowd but he had to risk it—just this once.
“You’re going to run again aren’t y...