Chapter Twenty-Two
I managed to start the car and pull out of the lot without getting shot, which was a step in the right direction. Now, I just needed to figure out what in God's name to do next.
My mind spun with possibilities. Focus, focus, focus. The word was my mantra.
My first thought was to go to the cops. And not just to report what I saw in Terry's apartment. There was the failure to contact him, the phone dead on his floor, plus a sniper taking shots at me in full daylight. It had to be someone staking Terry's place out. If so, why had the Gorilla Man not followed me inside? Could Gorilla Man have been looking for Terry? His interest in me might have been completely benign.
That’s the thing about post-traumatic stress. Your senses become too acute. Even a man’s shadow had mad
