“CHAPTER THIRTEEN I KNEW THE SOFTBALL FIELD WAS A BAD IDEA. Agent Truman had already followed me there once; it made sense he’d think to look there again, waiting for his chance to pounce on me.
That was why I didn’t choose the softball field. I picked the bookstore instead.
I had a hard time believing Agent Truman knew anything about Tyler’s bookstore. Still, I couldn’t afford to take any chances. I stayed hidden behind one of the gross, garbage-filled Dumpsters in the alley, waiting until I was sure Tyler had come alone. And until I couldn’t stand the stench of warm rot emanating from inside the giant metal bin any longer.
When he got out of his car, I made the psst sound at him until I got his attention.
Despite the cloak-and-dagger circumstances, a spark lit up his face when he saw me, making me realize he had been the exact right person to call. At least until he got a good look at me.
“What the hell?” The grin fell from his face as his eyes raked over my blood-covered jeans.
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