They exited out the back of the antiques store, Ian intending to cut across the tiny lot between it and a bank to get to the café faster. His mind raced with wild theories. These needlepoints had to be of value, as Ellen had said, but what that was—well, he hoped Gabe would tell him the truth.
The sound of a car speeding up was followed almost immediately by Gabe swearing and grabbing his arm. Ian’s initial reaction was to pull away, but the panic in his mind had him following where Gabe led. They dashed the rest of the way across the lot and behind a car, where Gabe stopped to get a look at the source of the speeding noise.
The car, blue, was right behind them, and—
Gabe yanked his arm so hard, Ian heard himself swear in pain, and then Gabe had pulled him farther away as the sound of m
