Damaged Goods--Chapter 29

Sam McRae Mystery #2

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

I started the car and slid out onto the street. With no one in sight, I felt a small measure of comfort. My gaze swept back and forth as I eased through the darkness toward the main road. With no sign of my pursuers, I exited the neighborhood feeling more secure by the second. The main road—four lanes that led to I-83—buzzed with commuters and whoever else might want to brave city roads at this hour. Constant surveillance showed no sign of black limos or Good Samaritans. I made a beeline to the interstate and got the hell out of Dodge, so to speak.

After an uneventful drive home, I pulled my Fiesta into the nearest spot I could find near my apartment. I got out, trudged to the building entrance and climbed the steps to my second floor unit. While approaching my door, I spied a large plain white envelope tucked underneath it. What now?