Page 51 of Running to You

Because Eliza and Camilla didn’t look alike. Camilla had twenty years—and probably twenty pounds—on her. She was gorgeous, but in a totally different way than Eliza. Her hair was darker, and where Eliza’s eyes were hazel, Camilla’s were bright blue.

But if you didn’t look that closely, if you assumed…

Eliza sucked in a breath, then another. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Daniel’s eyes, furious seconds before, shifted to compassion. He squeezed her arm. “It wasn’t your fault.” Then, he flicked an angry glare at Sam. “We didn’t know they’d be able to track you down here.”

“Maybe it was the people who dropped you off the other night,” Sam said. “But why would they have left you if they were the ones who were after you?”

Eliza couldn’t seem to come up with an answer.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Daniel snapped. “They must’ve tracked the Audi.”

Sam wasn’t so sure. “The car’s registered to the company.”

“And the company’s registered to you,” Daniel said.

“But it’s not like my address is publicly listed. I mean, how would they have found it?”

“Real estate records.” Eliza’s words were flat but confident. “It’s not that hard to look up names in property databases.”

“You’ve done that?”

She shrugged, nodded.

He wanted to probe that memory, see if they could discover anything else. But a gray-haired uniformed police officer ambled down the driveway and stopped in front of him, hitching his pants higher under his expansive middle. “Your brother and sister-in-law seem to think you might know something about what happened here today.”

“And yesterday,” Sam said. “You can coordinate with the York Police Department.”

“You called them?” Eliza asked.

“After the attack yesterday.”

The cop’s eyebrows rose. “This is the second attack?”

“We’ll tell you everything we know,” Sam said.

Except they didn’t know enough. Not nearly enough.

CHAPTER TEN

An hour later, Eliza descended the stairs with the shopping bag she’d found in her room that morning. It was filled with her new clothes, her dirty clothes, and the toiletries she’d used since she’d been here. Everything she owned—and there was space to spare.

Sam and Daniel were in the middle of an intense conversation in the entryway below.

“You know I would never—”

“I know.” Daniel ran a hand down his face. “She’s all right. That’s all that matters.”

“If I’d had any inkling they’d be able to track her here, you know I’d never have stayed. I certainly wouldn’t have had you two borrowing my car.”

Eliza should have realized. She should have said something.

“It scared me,” Daniel said. “I just got her back. I can’t imagine…”

When Daniel didn’t finish, Sam asked, “She’s okay?” His voice was filled with compassion and care.

“She’s been through worse.”