Page 81 of David's Chase

He put me on a charter plane with an extra suitcase. I brought back my pink dress, the new clothes he had bought for me, the jewelry box, and a brick of cash.

For real.

Soon, I’ll need a top–of–the–line safe box in the house, a security system, and maybe a bodyguard.

I try not to fret too much about it.

He said I shouldn’t.Money is replaceable. People aren’t.

Easy for him to say, but I’m getting fond of all the cash sitting in the box of books tucked under my bed next to the handkerchief I got from him.

He told me to be cautious and make sure no one had followed me.

That would be a bummer.To get my house trashed and myself targeted because of all that money.

But nothing in my behavior suggests I’m getting paid to spend time with a hunk.What a great job that is.

Mmm.

Speaking of jobs, this would be the moment to quit my real job since I’ve already made more since I met him than the entire year working for Maggie.

But that would raise suspicion.

With that being said, I decided to use my new car. I can’t not use it. I love driving this car. And I found of way to do that.

I park my ride a few blocks away in a large parking lot next to a shopping center, slightly to the side, so no one can see me when I get there or I leave.

And if I happen to run into someone that I know, I pretend I’m doing some shopping.

It’s worked great so far.

And I’m doing the same thing when I’m going to work.

The only time I can’t do that is when I visit Terry.

She finally stopped nagging me about my old car.

That doesn’t mean I don’t need to do something about it.

Just not now.

Too many things are happening, and I can’t focus on that.

Rushing, I make a beeline for the black ride tucked in the most remote corner of the parking lot when a driver flashes their lights at me.

I jump to the side and wait for them to roll past me when the car pulls to a stop, and the window goes down.

“Liz?”

My mother peers at me through the open window.

Oh, fuck.

Her eyes go down.

I can’t be more inconspicuous than I am now.

I wear black combat boots, matching cargo pants, and an oversized hoodie over a long–sleeved thermal top.

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