Chapter 224

FIONA STARED AT THE pile of clothes on her bed.

If she had to pick up and move right now, if Nova had found her, what should she bring?

Clothes to blend in, regardless of where she was. Jeans. A few shirts. A few pairs of slacks. Blouses. Yoga pants.

Fuck, the bag would be too big. She needed to be able to literally run if it came to that, and one hand would already be dedicated to her kit. There was no way she was leaving that behind, even if she did have to junk it and start from scratch.

She should call the Marshalls. That was the logical thing to do. It's what she should have done when Marco left, but all she could do was pace the house, trying to figure out where the cameras were.

A knock at the door made her flinch and take a step toward the bathroom.

Her phone vibrated with a text message from Marco: It's me.

Shit.

That was fast.