TWENTY-SIX
(Four months later) October 16 8:02 a.m.Cathy Criswell headed west from her home in Aurora, Colorado to work in downtown Denver. Traffic wasn’t too bad, so she completed the ten-mile commute in twenty-eight minutes this morning. Cathy parked in her customary spot and took the elevator to the third floor, where Three Sisters Investments was officed.
Cathy’s slightly upturned nose, liquid blue eyes, and delicate chin together provided a girl next door image. Since becoming Cathy Criswell, courtesy of the Colorado driver’s license and credit card she found in Derek Miller’s rental car, Amanda had shortened her now blonde hair and donned fashionable glasses. She grinned at the thought that Miller, who was still in prison awaiting trial, had no idea that his efforts were responsibl
