Chapter 14: Tete-a-Tete

Emily

 

I swear we’ve been driving in circles. Maybe they just want to get me disoriented, so I don’t try to run. If they are, it’s definitely working.

We finally pull to a stop and looking through the window makes me want to curl up and die. It’s a shabby, dimly lit street. Crumbling houses line both sides, boards over the windows from the last big hurricane.

They’ve brought me here to kill me.

Which is a stupid first thing to think. If I was going to be murdered, the arrogant bastard who came to get me wouldn’t have worked so hard to get me out of that place in one piece. And I doubt anybody would pay sixty-five thousand dollars for the privilege.

The car door opens, and a man I’ve never seen before stands waiting. There’s a bulge in his black suit jacket I can only assume is a gun.

“Get out.”