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I expected his strong hands to snag around my waist and pull me back into the office before slamming the door shut in my face. Then he would sneer and laugh at me in that mocking voice of his and say, “Did you really think I was going to let you go? You thought it would be that easy?” as he slowly pushed the sharp knife into my belly. Or slashed it across my throat. I would try to scream, but no sound would come out. And at the end of the day, I would know that screaming was hopeless anyway because no one would come for me. No one would dare defy him.
But none of that happened, so I dashed right out of the store and kept running down the street. The adrenaline and fear were still rushing through me, forcing me to go faster and faster. Was I being followed, or was it simply my paranoia talking? I glanced back several times, but no one was there.
Was he following me? Was he going to jump out of the street corners at any moment and grab me?
Why did he let me go in the first place? Was this all a part of his sick game?
None of it made sense.
Lucky for you, I’m not a murderer.
Like I would believe that. But why didn’t he kill me? There must be something else I was missing.
My lungs started to burn as I burst onto the busy street at an intersection. I stopped running for a second to catch my breath, not caring that people were looking at me like I was strange. Shit, where was I even going? What should I do now? I didn’t have a phone to call Angel, and I couldn’t go back home because Chris might find me there.
I needed to leave town. But if I just left without getting anything on Chris, there was no guarantee the police would still continue helping me. So what the fuck did I do now?
The thoughts were starting to make my head hurt. I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes and trying to clear my head of all the panic and fear so I could think rationally.
I needed to figure out my next step.
Well, the first thing I should probably do is to get a new phone and call Angel to tell him that I’d been compromised and they needed to pull me out immediately before Chris changed his mind about killing me. I also needed to tell him about the letter Dad left me and that, for some reason, Chris wanted it. I figured the letter contained some incriminating evidence against Chris, and that was probably why he was so interested in it.
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe I had incriminating information on Chris Jordansen in my possession this entire time, and I risked my life today for nothing.
I needed to convince someone to lend me their phone. I glanced around the street and then saw Chelsea about a block away, heading back toward the shop. Relief washed through me, and I immediately ran to her.
She frowned when she saw me coming. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did that guy come back?”
“No. But can I use your phone? It’s pretty urgent.”
“Sure.” She kept eyeing me oddly as she fished her cell phone from her bag. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look very pale.”
“Yeah.” I briefly debated whether to tell Chelsea what was going on, but I didn’t for several reasons. I knew she probably couldn’t help me anyway and might not even believe me. Plus, explaining everything would slow me down and might put her life in danger too. So I just took her phone from her with thanks and then walked a little ways away for privacy. I was so happy that I memorized Angel’s number. It was precisely for times like this.
It rang once. And twice. Then a third time.
“Please pick up, Angel.”
A part of me already knew he wouldn’t. He might still be in the field or in the middle of an operation. We had a designated talking time, too, and right now, it was far too early in the day.
I had an SOS button on the phone Chris broke, one I was supposed to use for emergencies. Angel wouldn’t pick up a call from a random number he didn’t even know.
“Pick up, damn it,” I said as I tried calling again, but once more, there was no answer.
Damn it.
Looks like I would have to get out on my own then.
“Thanks.” I quickly handed the phone back to Chelsea and ignored her calling out to me, exclaiming, “Wait,” as I frantically glanced around for a cab. Stupid me, I left my purse behind at the shop, and I didn’t have the guts to go back for it right now. Luckily, I had some cash stashed away in the security deposit box where I kept my dad’s letter and other miscellaneous items.
I’d left most of my important stuff in storage when I moved to town because I didn’t know how long I was going to be here. I didn’t know how long the mission would take or when I would have to leave. Angel told me to be prepared at any moment to be extracted to witness protection.
So keeping things in storage made sense.
I finally flagged down a cab.
“Can you take me to Grand Storage at Hyeson’s Park?” I asked the driver.
