Back in her caravan, Wendy could not sleep. She was also having niggling doubts. Why would Adam be lying in the caravan and not pacing the vicinity? Even the circus guards had been more vigilant than he seemed to be. Something was off with the entire situation. She heard her phone vibrate on the tiny ledge by her side and picked it up.
Adam’s weight shifted on the bed. "What’s that?"
Wendy glanced at the caller I.D. "It’s a message on my phone from Sarah." She read it and froze.
Wendy, you are in danger. Adam is the assassin!
She heard him sit up.
"What does she want?" he asked.
We are coming to help you, the phone buzzed again.
"Er…she said she can’t sleep. She’s upset about Fernando."
"Tell her to let you sleep. Tell her you’re tired."
We’ll cause a diversion. Be ready. Go with
