Manhunt (A Rocky Mountain Thriller) by Ann Voss Peterson

Author:Ann Voss Peterson
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: AVP
Published: 2017-06-13T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Shanna and Jace ducked into the vestibule. So much for her new identity. If that news camera was on, it had caught her on tape. Even with the new hair and sunglasses, someone could recognize her.

She might not have as much time as she’d hoped.

Shanna plunged her hand into the pocket of her new coat. Locating her wallet, she dug out Linda’s key card. At one side of the door was a small panel. She stood to the side, trying to avoid the camera she knew was in the console. She pushed the card into the slot and punched in Linda’s number.

The machine didn’t respond.

“Great. The machine picked today to malfunction.” Unless she’d entered the number wrong. She removed her sunglasses and stuffed them into her coat pocket, still careful to avoid the security camera peering out of the machine. Fingers trembling, she punched in Linda’s number again, focusing on each digit, making certain she had it correct.

Still, nothing.

“The machine must be broken. There’s another entrance on the other side of the building. We’ll have to try that one.” She hit the eject button and waited for the card to spit out.

Nothing happened.

She couldn’t believe this. She hit the button again. She’d beat the machine silly if it thought it was going to swallow her card.

“Shanna?” Jace stared through the glass door leading into the inside hall. At the far end of the hall, a security guard walked toward them.

Shanna’s hands shook so much she could hardly control them enough to try the button again. Was this more than a malfunction? Had Barstow flagged Linda’s card in some way? Had he guessed she would go to her friend for help?

She remembered the police showing up at Linda’s door the night before. Maybe they’d been watching Linda’s place. Maybe they were waiting for her to show.

“I hope you can get us out of this.”

She hoped she could, too.

The guard drew closer. He was big, well over six feet, and his bulk blocked the dim light from inside the hall. He reached the vestibule door. Sunlight streaming in from outside illuminated a doughy face set with bright blue eyes. A thin goatee framed his thin lips.

Dirk.

“It’s okay. He’s a friend. I should be able to talk to him.”

“A friend?”

“He asks me out about once a month.”

“So he has a soft spot for you… as long as being accused of killing two men doesn’t lessen his attraction.”

“Men are funny that way.”

Dirk arrived at the door, and Shanna gave him what she hoped was an embarrassed yet flirtatious smile.

He opened the door, blocking the entrance with his big frame. He stared at her for a moment, brows crunched low over his eyes. “Shanna?”

“Hi, Dirk. Don’t say you didn’t recognize me.”

“You changed your hair.”

“Do you like it?”

“It looks great. But then any way you wore your hair would look great.” His thin lips curved in a smile, as if blissfully unaware he was looking at an accused murderer.

Apparently Dirk didn’t watch the news.

He narrowed his eyes on Jace.

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