Chapter 4

He gestured her out the door ahead of him. She looked back over her shoulder for an instant. The light was dim, but he’d have sworn she gave him a sassy grin, as if she knew perfectly well how close she’d come to catching him. Again, that was like the girl Kerry. Before this was over, he’d find out for sure.

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There was something naggingly familiar about this guy. Kerry mulled that over as she preceded the man down the stairs, then followed him to a nondescript, dull-hued mini pickup. Gut feelings told her to take her own car, but she suspected he wouldn’t go for it. Not that the Toyota offered much protection or security, but she felt better having the independence of her own wheels.