We were supposed to run away after high school.

When she didn't show up at our meeting place, I gathered my courage and went after her.

It was a mistake.

I left bloodied and bruised.

My heart didn't fare half as well.

I had no choice but to walk away.

Years passed. A decade. More.

I traveled, settled halfway around the world, made myself a name and enough money that I didn't have to look back.

But I never got over her.

And when my memories got the best of me, I went looking. Put all my effort behind the search.

Even the best of the best private eyes couldn't find the woman I'd deeply loved.

Then, out of the blue, she calls.

And, what she asks for, the favor that she wants?

I never thought I'd be willing to take a life.

But the truth is, and always has been: I'd do anything for her.