Page 212 of Obsession

“Clothes…”

He raised his index finger to his mouth, almost as if to tell me to shut up. I blinked in shock.

Then he stepped on the gas pedal. A little too hard.

“Adam,” I whispered, startled, as he drove out of my neighborhood and continued to look in the rearview mirror.

What happened next was hard to process after what I had just been through. Adam slid his hand under his t-shirt and pulled out a thin wire that appeared to have a small microphone attached to it, then ripped it off, opened the window and threw it out as he sped off down the highway.

“Adam, what are you doing?”

He looked at me with unaccustomed seriousness, but also fear.

“You’re in danger, Kath. I need to get you out of this town as soon as possible.”

CHAPTER 21

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PREY IN A WOLF HUNT

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I began to stutter, unable to form a coherent sentence as I looked out the window at the cars we were passing.

“Kath, listen to me, because we don’t have much time.”

He looked at me urgently as I began to shake and clenched my fist around my seatbelt.

“Someone’s stalking you, and they have found me. There’s no college project, no photo shoot with artists. A guy came to me two weeks ago and asked me to do this, he said he was in love with you and just wanted some pictures. When I refused and tried to beat him up because he was a psychopath, others came out of nowhere and left me unconscious.”

I whimpered and covered my mouth with both palms, oblivious to his driving or the fact that we were approaching the edge of town.

He lifted his T-shirt, and I winced. His whole upper body was covered in bruises, especially around the ribs.

“Now I’m sure it something to do with that Harris guy.”

The car turned and overtook an SUV that was trying to get in front of us. Horns sounded behind us, but Adam ignored them.

“Why didn’t you…”

Before I could ask why he didn’t go to the police, I saw a car right behind us.

That car.

Terror spread through me and exploded in my temples.

“Oh, God! Adam, drive faster!”

“What is it?”

“Faster, they’re behind us!”

He looked in the mirror and saw the gray Range Rover getting closer and closer. Adam cursed through his teeth and stepped on the gas as the speed reached 200, while I wished we were in Harris’ car.

Harris!

I pulled out my cell phone, but it was completely dead.

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