Therewasa tender spot on her arm.
It could be a bug bite or the beginning of a bruise. Or . . . what if someone had injected her with something?
But wouldn’t she remember the moments leading up to that? Wouldn’t she remember feeling a surprising prick?
The pounding at her temples continued.
She reached for her right ear and froze.
Then she reached for her other ear.
Her earring was there.
On one ear.
But not on the other.
Had she lost it . . . at Rob’s?
Panic fluttered through her.
If it was at Rob’s, the police would find it . . . and the DNA on it could lead them right back to her. Her dad had designed the earrings himself and given them to her as a college graduation gift.
What was she going to do?
She needed to own up to what had happened. Explain the truth. Pray the right person would believe her.
That was what she would do. She’d go back to Rob’s place. Call the cops.
Try to make things right.
Although . . . she didn’t have the code to get into his apartment.
She’d have to wait outside.
Explain that she’d left out of fear but changed her mind.
It was the right thing to do.
She slipped on some running shoes and stepped outside again.
Another chill washed over her.
Was someone watching her?
Or was it her paranoia rearing its head?
She wasn’t sure.
But she desperately wished this was a nightmare she’d wake up from.
Gage downloaded the security footage from the apartment building for the rest of the night just in case he needed it.
Just in case that woman he’d seen with Rob was the killer.
She made the most sense. She’d obviously been in the apartment. He’d bet anything that was her earring he’d found.
He’d need to track her down to find answers.