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As an explosion in the vicinity of the historic train station across the street reverberated through the air, a collective gasp went up. Cars screeched to a stop. A woman screamed. People began running.
What in the—
Someone took her arm in a firm grip and pressed up close behind her. “Don’t turn around, Bri. Walk toward the black Chevy Cruze parked eight cars west of yours.” A blunt object nudged her in the side.
A gun?
Yet it was the voice that made her heart stumble.
“Travis?”
“So you do remember me. I’m flattered. Move.” The gun pressed harder. “And don’t even think about reaching for your weapon.”
She lurched forward, trying to wrap her mind around what was happening.
Travis was here, after all? He was the one who’d called and asked her to meet him today?
But what could he know about the fires ... or Les’s list ... or any of the victims, all of whom lived a long way from Idaho? And how was Alison involved? Or was she?
None of this was making sense.
As they crossed the street on the north side of the farmers’ market, she glanced toward the west. A crowd had already formed a wide perimeter around the explosion site, and a police officer was sprinting toward the smoke.
Probably the officer Sarge had rounded up to keep an eye on her.
Wonderful.
“Did you do that?” She tried to swallow past her fear.
“Cell-phone-activated fireworks. A simple but effective diversion. No one got hurt. When we get to the car, enter through the front passenger door and hand me your weapon. No tricks, or one of the nice people close by will pay the price. Understood?”
“Yes.” Smart of him to threaten an innocent bystander. He knew she’d never intentionally put anyone in danger.
“After you give me the gun, slide behind the wheel.”
Bri followed his instructions, though parting with her Sig hollowed out her stomach.
As she scooted behind the wheel and got her first glimpse of the man she’d hoped never to see again, she did a double take.
The old gent with the cane and glasses and gray hair?
“I see you’re impressed by my disguise.”
She ignored that. “What’s going on? Why did you want to meet me here? What do you know about the list?”
“You always did ask too many questions.” He held out the key. “Start the car.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
She hesitated. Maybe if she—
Travis dropped the key onto the console and rolled down his window but kept his gun aimed at her. “See that older woman by the birdfeeders in front of the garden store? She’s history if you don’t follow my instructions.”
Bri hesitated.
Would he really shoot her? He might be a lowlife with women, but picking off a stranger would be—
