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After all, she was trusting him with her life.
“So, I know my mom found me at the hospital, like you said. What makes you so sure I’m not the dead woman’s daughter? You said she had a daughter named Jenna.”
“Because when I looked at her daughter’s birth records, her age doesn’t match up with yours. That Jenna was closer to four years old. Your dental records clearly show that you were two at the most at that time. Whoever you are, Jenna, you were not her child.”
“Then what happened to her Jenna?”
“That’s unknown.”
Brody put on his blinker and steered his car on to the ramp entering a four-lane highway heading west. As he maneuvered through the late-night traffic, she stared out the window.
Five minutes later, she realized what she was seeing.
“Brody—”
“I see it,” he said tightly.
With every shift he made, the car behind shifted with him.
They hadn’t escaped. Despite their best attempt, they were being followed again.
CHAPTER 6
The heavy snow pelted the windshield, thick enough to blur the road behind them. Brody flicked the wipers on high and then hit the front defrost button. “I’m going to have to slow down. I can barely see the road in front of me.”
Jenna kept looking at the side mirror. The assailant remained behind them. “He’s still there.”
“I know. But he can’t be seeing any clearer than we are.” Brody responded.
She hoped he was right.
For twenty minutes, they drove in silence, the distance between them and the man who wanted her dead never wavering. On the positive side, he wasn’t getting closer. She’d seen him speed up twice then fishtail, so she knew it wasn’t by choice.
The negative was that they couldn’t move fast enough to shake him.
Brody drove with both hands locked on the wheel, his attention divided between the road ahead and the rearview mirror.
She squinted at the windshield. “Is it just me, or is the snow coming down harder?”
Brody scowled out the window. He tapped the brakes to slow down. “You’re not wrong.”
Her stomach fell. “What are we going to do?”
A semi-truck blew past them in the left lane, throwing slush on the windshield. The draft from the speed drew them toward the large truck. Jenna’s hand flew up to clutch at the grab bar above the passenger side window.
Brody brought the SUV under control again. His complexion looked waxy in dim light. “I can’t keep driving like this. We’re getting off the main road at the next exit.”
A second semi ploughed toward. She tightened her hand on the grab handle and instinctively glanced in the side mirror. Brody was prepared for the draft this time and slowed the SUV. She worried the killer would catch them, then watched, astounded, as the smaller sedan spun out of control and smashed into the side guard rail.
Brody’s tense jaw relaxed. “We’re not out of danger. But this gives us some breathing room.”
Brody shot her a glance. “Don’t get comfortable. I don’t expect him to remain in the car long enough for them to catch him. And if he does, well, someone hired one hitman. They can probably hire another. I don’t want to scare you. But you need to know we can’t let our guard down.”
Something inside Jenna finally snapped. She’d been acting like a victim all day. She needed to be more proactive.
She pulled her cell phone from her bag. She flipped through open tabs until she located the one with the adoption paperwork her mom had saved. Jenna tried to keep the phone screen tilted away from Brody so the light wouldn’t distract him.
Maybe she could find something, even one small detail, that could help them clear up who might be out to kill her.
