Page 150 of The Vigilante's Lover
So far, so good.
It takes an hour to get there. I approach the parking lot with care. It’s situated behind an office building. Last night, it was full of cars that arrived too late to get in the official arena parking. Today, it bustles with office workers.
It’s late enough by now that there aren’t any people wandering around. I hold my breath that the Acura is still where we left it.
I’m sorely tempted to check the bush where I threw Jax’s phone, but there’s no point in using it even if it’s still there. They could track that in an instant. The Acura is a safe bet. It belongs to someone else entirely.
And it’s still parked in the corner in the shadow of the building.
I glance left and right. A man comes out of the back door of the complex, talking on his cell phone. I slow my step, letting him get into his car and drive away before I approach the Acura.
The car is low slung, shorter than me. The skeleton key Jax used to open it is still on the outside. I am anxious to open the door. If it’s locked,I won’t know what to punch to get it open.
I reach out with shaking fingers and pull on the handle.
It opens.
I let out a sigh of relief. Now I just have to endure the drive back to Alpine, get the other car, and be on my way back to Jax.
I won’t accept any plan other than one that leads me back to him.
I pull my backpack off my shoulders and lean in to toss it on the passenger seat.
Except someone is sitting there.
Someone in a skirt.
I look up. The woman is holding out a watch. A Vigilante watch.
Her watch.
“You left this in the car,” she says. “So easy to track.”
She points a gun at me. “Now drive.”
It’s Jovana.
