Chapter 3
To my relief, neither human appeared to notice anything beyond the obvious—that a terrified woman had finally found safety once her attacker was chased away. My luck continued to hold, too, when the victim made it all the way to the sleek sports car before collapsing into a tearful heap in the leather-lined safety of the small back seat.
The female didn’t respond to any of my condolences, though, suggesting that she needed a little time to collect herself. So, after offering yet another unnoticed pat on the back, I glanced up and caught the Uber driver’s gaze in the side mirror instead.
In stark contrast to my own suitcase-top perch outside the car’s open door, the driver was visibly distancing himself from the feminine gaggle behind his back. Not that I blamed him—he probably
