Chapter Twenty-Three

Identity Crisis (Sam McRae Mystery #1)

Don’t panic, I thought. Just the sight of the Lincoln made my hands shake. To steady them, I gripped the wheel. It was hard to keep my eyes focused on driving, and I had to remind myself to do that or I’d risk rear-ending someone.

I resisted the urge to duck down a side street in a lame attempt to evade them. That’s probably what they wanted. Get me to a…