My gut was a knot of nasty little tangles as I turned into my parking lot. The light shone down on Damon’s Charger and I looked down at my phone, tried to figure out just why his home number was still showing up— He’d programmed it. Set a trap for me, like the cagey cat he was. Fear knocked hard ...
That was all Gold said. A moment later, I heard the sibilant hiss of the tube as Garner left us alone. A bead of sweat formed on my nape, rolled down my back under the close-fitting tunic I wore. Inside my black gloves, my hands were damp, slick with sweat. My heart raced....