There was no denying it.

His obsession for his wife had grown. He should have known that tracking her every movement over a two-year time span would fuck with his brain. He was already programmed from birth to become a hunting, killing machine. Following her across the globe, ferreting her out of each new hideout had been infuriating, yes, but if he were to admit the truth, it had also been a rush. The exhilaration of the hunt.

He'd known all along it would have to end ...