CHAPTER 4 – SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET
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AS DIRECTED BY THE navigational control, Leah parked behind a small building and picked up her things before she got out of the car. The heat wave hit her as soon as she’d opened the car door and stole her breath.
The humidity in the air clung onto her skin with clammy fingers. Sweat dripped along the back of her neck and between her breasts.
Mark had already climbed out of the car and was surveying the building, his hands fisted in the pockets of his trousers. He was whistling a merry tune while counting the floors, and she resented that the man didn’t seem to mind the high temperatures.
The building was almost hidden in a pocket of trees. It wasn’t one of the sky-scrapers, they would see downtown. Still, the buildings around the area spor
