Chapter Twenty-Nine
I started the car and slid out onto the street. With no one in sight, I felt a small measure of comfort. My gaze swept back and forth as I eased through the darkness toward the main road. With no sign of my pursuers, I left the neighborhood feeling more secure by the second. The main road—four lanes that led to I-83—buzzed with commuters and whoever else might want to brave city roads at this hour. Constant surveillance showed no sign of black limos or Good Samaritans. I made a beeline to the interstate and got the hell out of Dodge, so to speak.
After an uneventful drive home, I pulled my Fiesta into the garage and left it in the space closest to the entrance. I got out, trudged inside, and climbed the two flights to my unit. While approaching my door, I spied a larg
