Time had flown. I hadn’t heard anything from Georgia or from my mysterious caller in over a week. You would think that would make me feel better, but it only made the wait seem worse. I wasn’t foolish enough to think I was off the hook. She was still out there. I could feel it. The drama with Georgia complicated my plan to go to Washington D.C. My friends and family wanted me focused on staying safe, not off chasing another mystery. It proved I wasn’t the only one who let the events of nine months ago affect life. The people who care about me were changed, too. We were all more aware of how dangerous life could become. I refused to let fear control me, but I knew it was best to be cautious. I planned to go to D.C. for just one day, when I didn’t have training. I would drive down, go to Jimmy’s law firm and be back before anyone even realized I had left. I left my house that morning at six, and planned to be in D.C. by eight-thirty. That would give me all day to track down my mystery caller.
