79Maggie’s hands were still shaking when she woke up Greg.
Before she woke him, she had slid the lock of hair into a plastic bag and the note into another. Then she marched to the laundry room, emptying the dirty clothes from her go-bag. She put both items at the bottom of the bag. She’d already committed the address to memory. She needed to pack fresh clothes without Greg seeing her panic. And in order to do that, she needed to remove the urgency that had started her pulse to race and her heartbeat to gallop against her ribcage.
“You just getting in?” He rolled over at the touch of her hand to his shoulder.
“Yeah, I needed to pick up some fresh clothes and head back out.”
He rubbed a hand over his face then pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“Seriously?”
“We think we found a serial
