In honesty it had not been hard at all for Marco to determine the location of the shelter and in turn where Olivia was hiding. The second he had made contact with her he knew she would give up the address of the shelter. She was a very predictable woman once you looked past her tendency to run away. Then again when he looked at it thoroughly even that part of her was predictable. When didn't Olivia run out of fear?
But the very idea of Olivia running away from the deal that the two of them had made had Marco questioning her logic. In his eyes no woman in her position would abruptly change their mind about the situation they had worked out. He was giving her a place to live and all she had to give him in return was her body whenever and however he wanted it. Who the hell was she to say no after all these months of him and his friends having such a great time at her expense? They had a contract. A contract he had every intention of reminding her of that evening.
He had parked his car just a block away from the shelter and had sat there nearly all afternoon and waited. The entire time he was questioning his plan. What if Olivia didn't leave? Which was why he had a back up plan in the form of that compact pistol under the cover of his jacket.