Frustration nipped at her, making her temper boil up to the surface. The oppressive heat only added to her bad mood. She and Cody had spent hours trying to find Marcus’s home and had come up empty. It was like the man had vanished into thin air. They had spent hours retracing her escape from his house, but that too lead only to a dead end. How could she not remember? Even in her weakened state she should have been able to pick out at least one familiar landmark in her flight to freedom. What made it worse was Cody’s obvious attitude about the whole thing. It was quite clear he was humoring her, and thought the whole thing was a hallucination brought on by the stress. By the time he pulled his old Honda Civic up to her apartment complex Tambra was nothing but a seething cauldron of frustration and anger. She needed time away from Cody, and everyone else, so that she could think. The confines of the car pressed in on her and she sprang out of it before Cody could even make a full stop.
