Carmen. Wearing a hat, sunglasses and nondescript clothing. Gripping Jackson’s arm, she squeezed it hard. “That’s her,” she hissed, easing her hold and ruing the white marks left by the impression of her fingers on his arm. “Sorry for mauling you, but come on.” “It’s hardly mauling and I’m happy to be needed, but who are you talking about?” Serenity pointed to the figure walking ahead of them on the same side of the street. “Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but I think that woman might be following me. Or keeping watch on me or something. And...I believe it’s Carmen.” “Carmen? You mean David’s friend, Carmen?” “How many Carmens do you know? Yes, that Carmen,” she said, tossing him a sidelong glance as she tugged on her shoes and he did the same. “She wore hats and sunglasses the first couple of times, so it was hard to determine her hair or eye color, but she has the same frame.
