But I'm not convinced.
Whoever was watching her today might come back.And if he does, I'll be ready.
I grab my phone and pull up the contact for an old buddy who works in private security now.Jonah.Good guy.Owes me a favor after I pulled his ass out of a firefight in Helmand.I shouldn't be doing this.She's got a right to privacy, to her secrets.But someone's hunting her, and I need to know what I'm dealing with.
Need a favor.Can you run a plate for me?
Sure.What's up?
North Carolina plate.Black Dodge Ram.Tinted windows.Need to know who owns it.
You in trouble?
Not me.But someone might be.
Send me the plate number when you get it.I'll see what I can find.
Thanks.
I text him the plate number I jotted down when I noticed the guy in the Ram watching Carla.
The pacing stops on the other side of the wall.I hear the television turn off.The creak of her bed as she lies down.
I should do the same.Get some sleep.Stop obsessing over a woman I barely know.
But I don’t move.
I stay at the window, watching the parking lot, until the sky starts to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Because if someone is coming for her, they're going to have to go through me first.
CHAPTER 3
Carla
I can't sleep.
