Chapter Five
Despite Stroud’s intention to be at the rendezvous when Ever arrived, once again she was there before him. The rain had already begun, as yet only a light drizzle that misted the scene, forming hazy halos around the yellow lights illuminating the boulevard.
He’d been arrested by the traffic light across the boulevard, but he could see her, alone on the corner opposite, her hands steeped into the pockets of the black coat. If she had recognized the car, she might have crossed over to meet him, but of course, she’d never seen it before and could not, at this distance, distinguish him within the dark interior. In fact, she was not monitoring the traffic at all but appeared lost in some private reverie.
He was pricked by a tiny guilt at his voyeuristic observation of her throug
