Thankfully, this early in the day no one was about. She’d quietly left Gisella’s house before the Ranger had awoken. Keeping an alert eye for any possible danger and her cell phone ready, she’d walked several blocks before calling a taxi to take her to her house so she could get her car. The thought of being cooped up, basically like a prisoner, in the Ranger’s house had provoked the streak of rebellion that Corinna worked hard to keep at bay. Her father always lamented her rebellious nature would one day get her in trouble. Ha! She’d lived her whole life doing what others wanted her to do. And she wasn’t stupid. Her father had made sure she knew how to handle herself. Since she tended to rehearse at odd hours when others weren’t in the building, she had a key to the side door. In the stillness of the early morning, she entered. The place was muggy from being locked up tight. She decided not to open any windows. Inside the studio room, she fired up the stereo system and did a quick warm-up before pushing play.
