Chapter Fifteen
NicoIt’s another hour before the winemaker’s meeting breaks up. I’ve moved my bike into the shadows, because I don’t want to look like I’m waiting for a parking lot fight. Although I’d gladly take on a half-dozen of these assholes, at least. No, my motives are much more altruistic tonight. I don’t trust Uber drivers, not with all the crazy reports of women being kidn*pped and r***d, or worse, murdered. I just want to make sure Alison gets home in one piece. Safe.
She’s one of the last to leave, and I’m heartened to see the bartender was good with his word. He’s watching from the entrance. Alison scans the parking lot, and then, as if psychically aware, she turns and looks straight at me. I can’t look away. Now that she’s alone, I see the toll the evening has taken on her.
