CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Tara paced up and down the apartment. She had been there for days with no contact with the outside world apart from Kim, and she had to honest – as much as she loved Kim as a friend, it was beginning to wear thin. It had been far too long since his last message, far too long without a word. On several occasions, she had almost sent him her address but had deleted the message every time. She kept remembering the newsflash about the body at the park. She knew it was him. She didn’t want to believe it, but it had to be. Why else wouldn’t he have called? Yesterday Tara had taken the battery out of her phone after watching some cop show: in the drama, the bad guys had caught up with the witness using the phone’s GPS.
She was street smart; she had to be. She grew up alone i
