“Each day I leave my house wondering if this will be the day Stephen Blackwood strikes again,” Ashley murmured.
She and Josh were sitting in a black SUV after leaving a cocktail party at the Auckland city council.
“We’re as frustrated as you,” Nelson said from the front passenger seat. “No one has seen him for days. We’ve checked out every rumored sighting. Not one has come to anything.”
“My gut is telling me this radio silence should alarm me. My guess is he’ll do his worst on election day. I hope innocent people don’t get in his way.” Ashley pushed out a frustrated sigh. “Then there’s the campaign. I have no idea how the voting will swing tomorrow. And it’s infuriating that this election run-up has been about me rather than the policies. I’ve attracted this publicity and none of it fo
