Mark waved off her concern. “Don’t worry about that. If you need a key, I’ll arrange a locksmith to let you in.”
Meghan felt a rush of gratitude. It disappeared when her gaze fell on the closed bedroom door. “What about the b— body?” she stuttered, beginning to shake all over again. Bile rose in her throat and she struggled not to heave.
Mark took her face in his hands and turned her back to face him. “Try not to think about that. I’ll take care of everything. Right now, I’m going to get you out of this place.” Helping Meg to her feet, he quickly led her far away from the horrific scene she’d been forced to endure.
Tammy watched the man who’d entered the apartment complex ten minutes before, exit with Meghan on his arm. Meghan was walking of her own volition, but only barely. What a pat
