Chapter 44

Greg took the elevator to the lobby and walked out into the parking lot. His car was in the second row. As he walked across the lot to his car, a dark sedan almost ran right into him, knocking him down. Whoever it was didn’t stop to see if he was okay. Greg heard the squeal of tires and then, nothing. He looked down at himself. He’d scraped his knee and ripped his Dockers. “Damn.”

As Greg got up, the security guard arrived. “I didn’t get the plate, Doc. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. No need to make a fuss.” If this was deliberate, Cisco never would let him go out again. If not, he shouldn’t bother his Sir with nonsense until later in the evening at the club.

Greg texted Cisco, Sir, I’m on my way home. I’ll meet you at the club. 13