Chapter Ten––––––––
Samantha couldn’t hide her surprise. “What?” Her eyes widened.
“You heard me. I’m here for Tiffany. I’m her husband. She has to come with me. It’s the law. So, go get her. Tell her I’m here.” He lounged against the doorframe and pulled out a cigarette while his other hand located a book of matches.
“There’s no smoking here. I can’t confirm or deny whether your wife is here or not. Men are not allowed on these premises. Please leave.” She slid her hand under her desk, feeling for the panic button that would alert the police. Her heartbeat increased when she couldn’t locate it.
The thin man wore faded jeans and a hoodie. His dirty blond hair was stringy, hanging just below his ear. He had a sharply pointed nose, like a bird’s beak, and light brown eyes that darted aro
