Julia
A few minutes earlier
The bodyguard and I stepped outside to the waiting black sedan. When we approached the car, he opened the door to the back seat and peered inside. “Mr. Sherman, sorry for the delay." Taking a step back, my chaperone held the door open for me.
I entered the car, my senses filling with the scent of Van's cologne.
“Hi," I grinned as I settled onto the seat beside Van. “I tried to leave my purse."
“Julia."
There was a quality to his voice that sounded odd. “Is something wrong? Does it have to do with your call?" As I asked the question, the car moved away from the curb and onto the street. It was then I noticed the driver's reflection in the rearview mirror. “What happened to Michael?"
Van laid his gloved hand over mine. “I've decided to change our plans.
