The Good Fight (Time Served Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
I lead Susan out of the closet and down to the elevator bank. I’m on the alert, ready for her to make a break for it, but she’s wearing lethal black heels at least three inches high, so running’s out. We get in the elevator, just the two of us, and she stands against the far wall and eats a profiterole while glowering at me. When we stop I pull the keys out of my pocket and usher her into the parking garage, past gleaming Rolls-Royces and Bentleys, all the way to my SUV. “I can do it,” Susan snaps when I open her door and reach for her arm. I shrug and watch her climb in, then go around and get in the driver’s seat. She’s acting like a bitter hostage, but the truth is, Susan knows how to fight, better than anybody. If she didn’t want to be here she could have pulled a fire alarm or run away or started screaming bloody murder. But she didn’t. She’s not happy, but she’s in the car, and that’s good enough for me. The hotel’s a ten-minute drive from Mache, which stays open until twelve.
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