Chapter 17

“Which is?”

“Why did she come by the shop? If she really has been watching, stalking me, wouldn’t her turning up here be a risk, even if she did change how she looks?”

“Good point unless…” By then they were working their way to the front door, staying several feet behind the woman, who had grabbed her coat off the back of a corner barstool before heading out.

“Unless?”

“There may be more than one person involved and it’s possible she was brought in at the last moment and needed a close look at you.”

“I suppose that makes sense. But…” Lyle paused when Damien held up his hand. The woman was on the sidewalk, her back to the club’s entrance, her phone held to her ear. Less than a minute later, a car pulled up, she got in, and it sped away.

“Damn, I couldn’t get the plate number. It was covered in mud.” Damien scowled then returned his attention to Lyle. “You were saying?”