CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Maybe we’re going to get a real break, Carly thought as Lyle drove them through Teapa toward the Chi Kung instructor’s house.
She and Lyle seemed to have reason to hope so. Based on Zack’s account of their potential suspect’s less-than-reputable life, the man who now called himself Murray Fiore had spent years running away from one thing or another.
Is this where the running stops? Carly wondered.
But as they wound their way to the edge of town, she had trouble keeping her mind on whatever might be coming up. She couldn’t shake off the memory of that face she’d touched in her dream, the trickling tear, the searing heat in her fingers, and that pleading voice calling out in the darkness.
“Soon it will be too late.”
Carly dearly hoped that it wasn’t too late already. If
