Chapter Four

Darkness fell early in this part of the Garden State. The eerie sounds of nature had Kim huddled in the corner of the dimly lit room, clutching the frying pan she’d found stored inside the oven of the tiny kitchen of the safe house with both hands.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” she whisper-screamed.

Her panic level was steadily rising, but who could blame her? When Agent Sanchez had dumped her frightened ass in this small, but thankfully air-conditioned, safe house somewhere in Cape May, she thought he was staying to protect her.

Unfortunately, he’d passed the job on to some security company in the private sector. Wessex Protection Unit, she thought he’d said. That was all fine and good, but where was the new guy?

Kimberley had been waiting for hours. All alone. Stuck in some weird ass nature reserve in Cape May, New Jersey, in July of all months—might as well change the name to swamp ass month far as she and her chubby butt were concerned.

Ugh.