They'd actually thought he would make a grab for Kylie right there in the park. He knew it was all a ploy, with Crane and his lackeys waiting to nab him. Had the jogger been a plant, an actor in the girls' little play? He'd find out soon enough, because their performance had inspired him and he'd formulated the perfect way to isolate Kylie and make her his very own captive audience. Humming to himself, Drew raised his binoculars and homed in on a figure as it arrived to a gate, went through and then entered a small cottage. He committed the address to memory, got back on his all terrain bicycle and sped off down the pretty cherry tree lined street. * Twenty four hours in her apartment and Kylie was going mad! Her boss Margie had insisted she stay off work for a week while the worst of her twisted ankle healed. She was already feeling stronger; either that or the pain killers were really good. She tried reading, always a favorite pastime, but couldn't concentrate. Daytime TV left a lot to be desired.
