Chapter SeventeenLynn waited at a stop light on Pine Road, glancing down at the phone in her lap expectantly. Her hands were wet on the wheel, and her mouth was dry. She had been driving in a straight line for fifteen minutes, with no contact. Her mind raced with thoughts of imminent disaster. They were on to her. They wouldn't call her again, but were already en route to kill her family.
She looked around at the few cars in the area, but none of the drivers were watching her. They were normal people doing normal things with their normal lives. None had stolen half a million dollars, and probably, none of them would die today.
The phone rang and Lynn screamed, her thoughts absorbed with phobic implications of its silence. She picked up and pushed a button, feelings of relief that it rang
