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“Where to?”
“You heard the detective.”
“I did. But that’s not what I asked you. Where to?”
Bodhi studied Craig’s profile for a split second. Then he said, “The old paper mill.”
CHAPTERFORTY-FOUR
Felicia eyed Brianna in the seat next to her. “Did you hear that?”
“I heard it.” Her mouth was a grim line.
“Are you still up for this?”
She nodded.
“There’s no shame in changing your mind.”
“Yeah, there is. I said I’m good.”
“Okay, then. We might as well get this started before Glazier tracks Chad down.”
“What happens if Fred does show up?” A flash of worry clouded Brianna’s clear eyes.
Felicia removed her gun from her holster, loaded a magazine, and racked it. “This.”
“Oh.” Brianna smiled shakily. “Got it.”
“I’ll take care of Fred. Are you solid on the plan with Chad?”
She nodded.
“In that case, you should get in there before he comes out looking for you.”
They’d taken their time driving over to the abandoned paper mill after Brianna had set the meeting. It was better for them if Chad arrived first. But they shouldn’t keep him waiting too long.
Brianna put her hand on the door handle and paused. “Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need luck,” Felicia told her. “You have grit. But good luck anyway.”
Brianna inhaled deeply, exhaled, and rolled her shoulders. “Here goes nothing.”
She exited the car and strode across the empty parking lot to the back of the building. As she neared the door, she turned back to the car. “You can hear me, right?” Her voice sounded in Felicia’s ear.
Felicia gave her a quick wave.
Now, turn around and get in there.There were no windows in the file room where Brianna and Chad were supposed to meet, but the longer Brianna dragged this out, the more likely he was to get impatient and come looking for her.
Brianna yanked the door open and slipped inside, out of view. As Felicia listened to Brianna’s shoes clack against the floor, she sent up a quick prayer of gratitude that she’d had the foresight to get rid of that scrawny kid who apparently ran a parking scam in the lot. She’d pressed a twenty into his hand and told him to beat it for a few hours. She’d never seen a kid pedal a bike that fast before.
She slid down low in the seat and waited. It was all on Brianna now.
A door opened, then closed, and Brianna said, “Thanks for agreeing to meet me, Chad.”
The screech of metal chair legs scraping against a floor sounded in Felicia’s ear, and she winced. “I’m busy, Brianna. What’s so important?”
“I had some free time today. You know, since I’m newly unemployed.”
