Chapter Fourteen

Greyson

Scanning the new cars parked along the street, I wasn’t looking toward the building that I’d had under surveillance when the car quaked with the sonic boom. I flinched back from the flash as smoke erupted and the air filled with scattering debris. The building my malware had determined was my destination was now engulfed in flames.

I stared in disbelief as one mini-eruption after another continued the series of explosions.

Cecelia wasn’t in that building, I told myself.

She wasn’t.

Too much money had been paid for her to have her killed.

Unless...that was what they paid for.

Why would anyone want Cecilia Abernathy dead?

The sidewalk filled as people rushed from the restaurant and other establishments. All the men from the table as well as others from inside the restaurant and other businesses hurried outside to watch as the flames soared into the gray sky. I noticed the waitress and cook were on their phones, undoubtedly calling for help.