She’d fought. God help her, she’d gotten away.
But for how long? The man sent to kill her, sent to deliver the message, had gotten through. Big time. How long had he been following her through the parking garage? Why hadn’t she noticed him sooner?
Because she’d been too deep in thought about the stupid interview she’d blown not twenty minutes earlier. It was too late now, she realized. No sense beating herself up. But from now on, she planned to be more careful, a lot more careful.
When the light turned green, she breathed out a ragged breath and pressed down on the accelerator, screeching onto the 55 ramp, gaining some serious speed. She spared a nervous glance in the rearview mirror. It didn’t look as though anyone had followed her, at least, not yet. Since she couldn’t be sure, as soon as she could, she merged into the steady stream of traffic, changing lanes until she’d reached the farthest one. And simply drove and drove and drove.
She wouldn’t be going home. At least not any time soon. They’d be waiting for her. She thought of her cozy little condo she’d owned for four years and how she’d painstakingly picked out every stitch of furniture there one piece at a time. She let out a sigh, knowing how much she’d miss it.
But it was too dangerous to go back.
Her mind raced with options. She could head east to New York State where her mother lived. But that was a fairly obvious destination for anyone looking for her. Same with going south to her sister’s in St. Louis.
She couldn’t go to them; she couldn’t risk putting the people she loved in harm’s way.
No, she’d already made too many mistakes and bad decisions for that. She could head north to Toronto where an aunt lived. But anyone who knew her might be able to find out about any relatives she’d used on past employment applications for personal references.
Still gripped by panic, she tried to think.
She couldn’t stay in Chicago. If she had to, she’d drive clear across the country.
She knew one thing though. No matter what she’d promised the feds, she couldn’t go through with it, wouldn’t put her family and herself in danger any longer.
If she’d been worried about testifying, appearing in court before today, before that maniac in the parking garage, she was absolutely terrified now.
Because she was certain of one thing: Jeremy Dochenko had no intentions of giving up until she was dead.
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