Chapter Forty-Three
My business with Blaine was finished, but I hadn’t wrapped everything up just yet. After my dramatic exit from my former client’s mini-manse, I went home, caught a few hours’ sleep, and hit the road again. In an abundance of caution, I bought a burner phone and left my cell at home. I also used a map to find my way rather than rely on GPS.
The map included directions given to me (under only the slightest duress) by Katie. It led to a post office in Charlotte, North Carolina.
I backed my Fiesta into a space beside a sandwich shop far enough from the post office to go unnoticed, but close enough to watch the entrance. My first day of surveillance was a complete bore, as were my second and third. Now and then, I moved the car, walked to the shop, and staked out the plac
