Page 8 of Undercover Savior

“Noted.” He wriggled in his seat.

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m hungry.”

He sounded so much like a little boy that I nearly giggled. Or I would have if the memory of a gun being pressed against my temple was more distant. “You could’ve shot me.”

David shook his head. “I could have done. I chose not to.”

My mouth gaped. “What does that mean?” I asked for the second time. “Are you saying I was supposed to die? Is that what this car ride is all about? You’re taking me somewhere to kill me? Somewhere remote where my body will never be discovered?”

“Perhaps you should’ve considered a career as a fiction writer over investigative journalism.”

“Can wepleasego get my computer?” I pleaded. “I’m begging now.”

In anticipation of another negative response, I struggled to come up with a reason it would be imperative we do so. Instead, I was stunned when David touched his ear, then began talking.

“That’s right. See to it everything in the vehicle is removed, boxed up, and delivered.”

Everything? Would whoever he was talking to be able to discern what might be considered rubbish? “Err…”

He glanced over at me. “What now?”

“Just the computer and mobile will be fine. Thanks.”

He didn’t respond, nor did he say anything else to the person he’d asked to gather my things.

“We can stop somewhere if you’re hungry,” I said when I saw him rub his stomach.

“Not a good idea.”

“Wouldn’t you know by now if someone was following us?”

He shot me the exasperated look again.

“It’s a valid question,” I said under my breath.

“You aren’t the only one with exceptional hearing.”

Considering the mess my life was at the moment, that anything could make me smile stunned me.

While he drove, I sneaked glances at him. Weirdly, more than his eyes seemed familiar, but I still couldn’t place him.

“Do you live in Edinburgh?” I asked.

“No.”

“London?”

“Do you ever stop asking questions? Wait. I already know the answer.”

“You do?”

He smirked.

“So, do you live in London?”

“I have a place there. Not that I’m there very often.”

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