“I swear, she was there, Connor.” A shiver caused goose bumps to pop out on her arms. “There was something about her. She was standing there on the other side of the street."Connor scraped his chair back and took her hand to lead her outside. They searched the area, but everyone seemed to be going about their business, oblivious to Connor and A'isha. He took her hands in his. “What did she look like? What race?""African American. She was brown-skinned, tall and thin. Her hair was really long, and even though she was on the other side of the street by that van there"—she pointed out the one she meant—"I could still tell there was this evil look in her eyes. You think I'm crazy?""Of course not.” He shook his head and drew her close. “Remember, we're looking for a woman, the person who grabbed you. If she is looking for some important papers, we'd do better finding them and having something to bargain with, something to draw her to come to us."A buzz in A'isha's pocket distracted her.
