Page 97 of Misdirection

Then she spotted him a block ahead of her.

Relief swept through her. She hadn’t lost him.

But as he reached the next corner, he disappeared again.

She hurried to catch up, and she froze. Where had he gone?

She glanced around, desperate to spot him.

But he was nowhere.

She needed to make a choice.

Gritting her teeth, she decided to go straight.

She hoped she didn’t regret this.

She kept her head down. Since she’d lost sight of him, the last thing she wanted to do was to stumble upon him. She needed to remain obscure.

What if he was meeting someone? What if she’d trusted him too much, too easily?

The questions haunted her.

Finally, just up ahead, she spotted a Range Rover on the side of the street.

That had to be his, and this was in the basic area where he’d said he parked.

She stepped back near an Italian restaurant that smelled of garlic and onions to observe.

Was Jason inside his vehicle? She couldn’t be sure. The windows were too dark.

If he took off, she wouldn’t be able to follow . . . unless she could find a cab.

She supposed that was a possibility.

She scanned the sidewalks. Still no sign of him.

Then an explosion rocked the air.

A scream lodged in her throat as people scattered, panic in their actions.

It was Jason’s Range Rover, Olive realized. The vehicle had gone up in flames.

CHAPTER 41

Jason! No . . .

Olive wasn’t sure, but a scream may have left her lips.

She started to run toward his burning vehicle.

Then arms encircled her waist.

Her instincts kicked in, and she jabbed her elbow back and began thrashing.

“Calm down,” a deep voice said. “It’s me.”

She froze then turned.

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