Chapter 5
Chase lengthened her stride and pumped her arms at a ninety-degree angle as she rolled through from her heels to her toes, pushing off the balls of her feet. The temperature was comfortable and a tad humid, but she welcomed the moisture as she wound her way through the smaller streets toward the cathedral.
Her nerves were wound so tight she marveled she was still functioning. Her walks were always much more than exercise; they were a break for her brain—when she let them be, anyway. Her urgency to prove herself kept a running dialogue 24-7. Off on her own, with no agenda beyond perspiration and a rapid heartbeat, she could let herself be lost, explore the city. Really see it.
But hell, even her me-time ended up being research on this trip. Instead of fighting it, she went with
