DERRICK BAXTER SWUNG his gaze around the busy area, paranoia making his heart pick up and his palms sweat. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He’d come there looking for an opportunity to get the girl alone and get rid of her once and for all.
But she never showed up.
That, by itself didn’t overly concern him. He knew she was mourning Honeybun’s death. But it seemed that everywhere he looked there were eyes on him. And the camera guy chasing him like that... Something just wasn’t right.
Baxter made a sudden decision to get the heck out of there. He’d go find the girl and do what he needed to do. Then he could report success to Duncan and be done with it. He wasn’t cut out for all the stuff Duncan had him doing. The violence, the stalking...
He was a racer. Not a thug.
Baxter took off at
