Despite their close call, the search the night before had yielded nothing about Caleb. Rachel had spent a restless night, tortured by the memory of Eric’s body against hers.Then Mitch had called her first thing in the morning to let her know of the meeting. All day, she’d had to force herself to concentrate on her patients instead of the clock.Now, she drove through the darkness, rain falling much too fast for the windshield wipers to push it out of the way. Rachel drove carefully, turning up the defroster to keep the windshield clear. Up ahead, she saw the small road sign that read Meadows Lane.A shaky sigh escaped her lips. She was almost home. The meeting at a restaurant in the next town had been uneventful, if one considered a clandestine rendezous with a secret agent to exchange documents uneventful.It occurred to her how different her life had become in less than one week. All her life, she’d pursued normalcy with the zeal of a religious convert. It had taken her a long time, after her chaotic childhood, to learn that it was actually possible to live quietly and safely.But now, suddenly, she was caught in a bizarre world where murder investigations and secret meetings and danger were everyday events.She hadn’t realized how nervous she’d been about the meeting until now.
