Going Dark
Page 36
She fumbled with the key fob to lock the doors and swore. Crap, she’d left her phone inside. After opening the door, she reached back inside to grab the phone. Before shutting the door again, she decided to toss the lightweight sweater she wore over her sleeveless top into the backseat.
DCNO was cheap, and it cut any flow of cool air into the building at six p.m. sharp, meaning that even after midnight it was hot and humid even in an underground cement garage.
That was one of the problems with the South and the East Coast in the summer—cold rooms inside and hot and humid outside. It seemed like she was always taking clothes off and putting them back on a few minutes later.
She might have made a dirty joke about that statement if her love life wasn’t so pathetic. Weather was the only reason her clothes came off lately. A few minutes or not.
But maybe that would change tomorrow. She’d bitten the bullet and set up her first date using the app her friends told her about. The guy was superhot in his picture, which made her think he must be too good to be true.
She’d just gotten herself all settled and was about to lock the doors when she saw a shadow move behind her in the reflection of the car window.
A spike of adrenaline shot through her again. Fear took her pulse along with it. She could practically hear the pounding of her heart as the figure came toward her.
Oh God. She had been followed.
Maybe it was because it was the second time she was experiencing panic that night, but her head was clearer, and she knew immediately what to do.
Thank God, she still had her keys in her hand. What was the range? Ten feet? Five? She slid off the safety lock, put her finger on the nozzle, and spun around.
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