“I wouldn’t last long running barefoot on the bruised and broken Boston pavement. Some stranger, someone right behind me, wanted me dead. I knew that with a certainty that astounded me. The adrenaline high was wearing off, leaving me with sharp pains and ragged shreds of breath. One more block, a short one this time. I saw the roof of Candy’s building in the distance. Thank God I’d kept my tote. Louis Vuitton doesn’t grow on trees, and that thick-coated canvas might stop a bullet if it had to. S...tubborn. Stupid even. I should have waited, found a cab. A slate grey sports car pulled up to the curb, gunning its engine. Porsche Cayenne, I think that’s what it was. Kai priced one just like it before he died. Family friendly, he’d said. Maybe that stabbing pain I felt was just heartbreak. Since Kai died, nothing mattered much anyway. I wanted to look back, confront my pursuer, but that was dumb, a loser’s play. What defensive skills did I have other than an agile mind and a powerful set of lungs?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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