Survival Clause by Jenna Bennett

Author:Jenna Bennett [Bennett, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magpie Ink

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Charlotte picked me up bright and early the next morning, and by the time Rafe pulled up to the front of the police station, we were parked nearby, keeping watch.

There was no sign of the compact from yesterday. “Maybe she knows you spotted her and she’s using another car,” Charlotte suggested.

I nodded. “Maybe. Although she came back after I followed her out of town yesterday morning. That’s when the video of Rafe kissing me was taken. After I had already followed her car down the street and around the corner. If she’d come back then, why wouldn’t she do it now?”

“Maybe she figured you wouldn’t think she’d be back yesterday?” Charlotte said. “Maybe she thought it would be safe to double back because you wouldn’t be on the lookout because you’d already run her off?”

Maybe. “There he is.” I gestured to the Chevy that pulled past us and to a stop outside the police station. A second passed and Rafe got out. Like last time, he stood for a few seconds and looked around, and like yesterday, I knew that he spotted us. Like yesterday, he didn’t give any indication of it. After a moment, he headed up the stairs and into the building. Unlike the first morning, no one called out to him today.

“Yesterday,” I told Charlotte, “she was parked up there and left this way. But when Vasim ran the video footage for later, after she came back, she was parked down on this side of the hill, and drove up onto the square and away in the other direction.”

“Maybe she knew you were here,” Charlotte suggested, “and decided to draw you away the wrong way.”

Possible. “In that case, she lives up on the north side of Columbia.”

“Or farther north.”

I nodded. “But probably not too far. She’s around this area too much to be driving in. If she’s outside the police station before eight in the morning, and at Beulah’s, on the south side of Columbia, at eight at night, she probably doesn’t live in Franklin or Nashville.”

“No,” Charlotte admitted. “Although she could work here and live somewhere else. Did you get a good enough look at the license plate to tell whether it was local?”

I hadn’t. Or rather, I hadn’t looked. I’d been focused on making out the numbers. So had Vasim, I assumed. Neither one of us had commented on whether the plate was from Maury County or elsewhere. I’m not sure we would have been able to tell. “Maybe Vasim noticed.”

“Do you want to go ask him?”

“He worked second shift yesterday,” I said. “Three to eleven. I’m sure he isn’t back yet.”

Charlotte shrugged. “Well, I don’t see anything moving around.”

I didn’t, either. The small, pale car was nowhere in sight. “I guess we go home.”

Charlotte put the hybrid in gear and we rolled backwards out of the parking space. “Maybe she has something else to do on Saturday mornings.”

Maybe so. Or maybe she just wasn’t out of bed yet. But I had better things to do than to stalk my own husband in the event that she’d show up.

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