“And he doesn’t look the same,” he added.
Sam shook her head, thinking of the wasted time and effort of Mitch’s office in printing and distributing the wanted posters.
“You didn’t see him earlier? Did he do or say anything?” Cole asked.
“No,” she shook her head again. “Just then. At that moment. I wasn’t expecting him to show up, and then he was just standing there.”
“He must have turned and walked away once you recognized him.”
Draping his arm around her shoulders, he led Sam away from the crowd. “Come on. You’re not safe here—”
“He didn’t approach me—” she began as she stopped and looked up at Cole.
“Not this time, but I’m not giving the bastard a second chance tonight. We weren’t expecting him to be brazen enough to come to the Festival, much less let you see him. Now that he’s g
