(Harlow)
The house on Elm Street was perfect.
Two stories. Three bedrooms. Updated kitchen. Hardwood floors. Backyard with a deck.
Exactly what the couple I was meeting wanted.
But I couldn't focus on any of it.
All I could think about was the van parked in the driveway. The brothers inside it. Waiting for me to finish so they could follow me to the next showing.
I stood in the master bedroom. Looked out the window at the street below.
This was it. This was the showing I'd picked.
Two o'clock. Elm Street. Far enough from the compound that I'd have time to disappear before Ridge found out.
I'd planned it all out. Memorized the layout. Knew where the back door was. Knew the route I'd take once I got outside.
Three blocks east. There was a gas station. I could call a taxi from there
