Chapter EightI stared at my
trusty old Nokia wondering if it really was how Terry and Henry had
both tracked me down. I frowned, trying to recall a half-remembered
article on a woman who was stalked by her ex who knew her every
move. Deciding that it would make no difference if Henry knew my
present location or not, I called Jay. He answered on the first
ring.
“Sammi! You
okay?”
“Jay! I'm fine.
Are you? I'm so sorry. I tried to stay, but Grierson—”
“It's okay. I'm
fine.” I'd never heard him sound so flat before. “Where are you?
Ladysmith?”
“Ja. At the police
station. Henry tried to run us off the road, then some men tried to
shoot us.”
There was a couple
of moments silence interspersed by static. That storm was still out
there.
“I'll be there in
half an hour,” said Jay
