Ashley Townsend parked her car, switched off the ignition, and sucked in a shaky breath. Then she followed her soldier brother’s curt reminder to take stock of her surroundings. Her gaze ran over the brick walls of her Labor party office in Manurewa, Auckland, and the pots of red and white petunias purchased to make the ugly building more welcoming. Three other cars sat near hers in the tiny parking lot behind the office, and she recognized each of them.
A light shone from the office reception area, piercing the early morning shadows with a welcome glow. Ashley’s breath hissed out, and she peeled her fingers free of the steering wheel. An uneasy laugh filled her vehicle interior.
Those letters.
The sense of someone watching her…
After another quick scan of the vicinity, she gathered he
