He’d have to bide his time, wait for the right moment. Cara would get tired of being cooped up and start venturing out. When she did, he’d be ready. Ian and Jane offered him a place to stay, and he snapped up their offer. He needed a place to hide out. They wouldn’t turn him in because he could implicate their niece, and they both hated Cara. Sally was a wild card. No one had heard from her since the day Cara ejected Ian and Jane Corinth from the estate. What had she told Cara? Did Cara have her hidden away somewhere? Good thing Sally and her aunt and uncle didn’t know about the woman in San Diego. If anyone ever figured out what really happened to his ‘Gwenevere,’ Lance could kiss his freedom goodbye. It was her own fault, promising to marry her ‘Lancelot,’ dangling all that money under his nose, then asking him to sign a prenuptial agreement. Stupid old maid. Gwen Billings deserved to die. Lance drove slowly down the steep street, checking house numbers, until he found the right one.
