The woman pulled a pack of smokes from the purse she was carrying and lit one. “You get abandoned here, too? Why are you even here?”
“I, uh, I know the hostage. I was on the phone with him when they jumped him. I helped find this place.”
“You know Kent, huh?” Suddenly the woman’s eyes narrowed and the mild curiosity on her face was replaced by something much harder. “You’re the b***h from the job center, aren’t you?”
The word ‘b***h’ caught Annalise by surprise. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I know all about you. You should have just stayed away from him. He didn’t need you or your job searching or whatever else. He wouldn’t be here now if you hadn’t forced him to do the interview.”
“I didn’t know he was taking the interview until after he agreed to it,” Annalise said. Somewhere in the
