Chapter Nine
Smoke and mirrors.
If Christina was really out there—and it was looking damned likely—then she was working hard to make sure no one found her. Amir’s words about places to lay low stuck in my mind, but so far, my whole case had been based around the idea of her being innocent, a pawn in a game being played around her. But if she was innocent, why was she trying so hard to stay hidden?
What if Christina really did finish off her manager? More importantly, why?
Maybe she was guilty, maybe not. Either way, I needed to go back to the source. To the night it all happened.
The night Christina Bishop became a killer.
These thoughts tumbled through my mind as I emerged from the glass covered walkway of the Tube Station and stepped out onto a wide red and gray sidewalk leading up
