Chapter Eleven
“Come on,” Tommy said, grabbing his hand. “You’ll be late.”
He led her out of the post office and around the side to where he had parked a beat-up van. “Hop in,” he said, holding the side-door open. Then, checking his watch, he slipped behind the wheel and pulled a U-turn. Tommy checked her own watch. She didn’t know how far he had to go but it was past eleven-thirty and he was driving hard, moving decisively through lunch-hour traffic. Fifteen or sixteen blocks rushed by before he swerved, cutting off an oncoming truck and sped up a side street. There was an office tower to the right and Robin pulled up into the delivery zone behind a FedEx truck.
“Oh Christ! Might just make it,” he swore. From under the driver’s seat he pulled out a prepaid FedEx box and stuffed his env
