Chapter 17
Brielle
By lunchtime Friday, I sense that I am being watched everywhere I go, although I never see anyone or anything unusual. Still, the feeling makes me extremely uneasy.
For the first time in my career, I decide to have another realtor present with me during the open house I am hosting from two to four this afternoon. Anne is a competitor, but also a good friend, and when I explain the reason for my request, she readily agrees to keep me company.
"Don't forget, when Barbara got attacked, I was only two streets away at a showing," she reminds me. "That's when Benji made me promise I'd either learn to shoot or learn self-defense, since it's not always possible to buddy up for safety."
"Which did you choose?" I ask.
"Both," she says solemnly. "Can't be too careful."
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