Claire’s Point of View.
Tyler and I are meeting four blocks away from work. I have got enough attention working in his office all day. I don’t need to be seen leaving with him.
As I round the corner on the third block, Charlie pops out and throws his coat over my head. He guides me in and out of buildings, zigzagging through the crowd.
“Don’t say a thing. You are being followed.”
What? Who the hell is following me? I am wholly uninteresting and there is nothing about me that is worth following. Well, except for being married to Tyler.
You know the concrete areas between buildings? That shady spot. Well, that is where Charlie directed me. It smells like urine and there are homeless people sleeping under there.
A metal door I almost didn’t notice opens, and he directs me into it. He pu
