Candice stayed calm and still, continuing to lie down.
After a while, the man finished his call and returned to his car, which was parked diagonally across from hers. He sat inside, casually sipping from a can of soda, seemingly relaxed and unbothered.
Nothing about him appeared unusual on the surface.
Maybe, just maybe, it was all a coincidence—leaving Vanclyn around the same time three days ago, and now returning at the same time?
Ha. Candice didn’t believe in such coincidences.
About thirty minutes passed. She didn’t move, and neither did he.
That confirmed it.
Who had sent this man?
Could it be that the Jones family had hired a hitman?
But if he was a hitman, why hadn’t he acted over the past three days?
Questions swirled in Candice’s mind. She couldn’t be sure.
She consider
