CHAPTER 59
The question lingered in Tana’s mind as they drove to Mondelo’s Market. But she sensed that Powell didn't want to talk about it, and so kept her thoughts to herself. And if he had wanted to talk about it, what would she say? Tana had no idea, and so they drove until Powell pulled into the lot. He chose a spot that gave him a clear view of the entrance, including the security guard standing by the door. The lot was crowded with cars, which explained why Tana failed to notice the black Chevy Tahoe that had tailed them throughout the night.
That was two hours ago. Now it was after nine, but the market was bustling with customers who liked to shop for groceries after dark. Neither Powell nor Tana knew whether Carmen Flowers still worked there, which days she worked, or which shift
