Chapter SixteenACACIA PARKED HER MOTORCYCLE in front of her building and ran inside; she climbed the steps to her flat as if the Devil himself were chasing her. Inside her jacket, her cell phone rang.
She ignored it.
Once she was locked safely in her apartment, she sank to the floor, her body shaking. She covered her chest with her hand and took a deep breath, willing her heart to slow.
No one had followed her from the hotel to her apartment. No unmarked car sat downstairs in view of the front door to her building. She was completely unprotected.
Claude meowed his greeting and rubbed his ear against the side of her leg. She kissed the cat’s head and pulled him into her lap.
When her cell phone rang again with an unknown number, she hoped it was Luc. “Hello?”
Acacia could hear movemen
