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“A note from Marilyn,” Sadie said as she handed it to him. “She sent it next day mail and it came along with this fob.”
Rock couldn’t help seeing what the note said, as Sadie handed the note to his boss.
The note read:
Sadie,
I’m trusting you to hide these pictures and keep them safe. Don’t show them to anyone or tell them you have them.
If anything happens to me, take them to the police.
Thank you for helping me.
Marilyn
Hank looked up from the letter and nodded at Sadie. “You did the right thing showing this to me,” he said. “We need to see what is on these pictures, so we have a better idea of what Marilyn is up against.”
“I’m pretty sure her boyfriend is mafia,” Sadie said. “But I don’t think she realized it until recently.”
“I had my sources do some digging.” Hank said. “Tony Santoro is suspected of being behind the killing of fifteen people, if he didn’t actually do the killing himself. The FBI might be very interested in what might be on these pictures.”
“How do we keep her safe?” Sadie asked. “How do we keep the mafia from coming here to get her?”
Hank gave her a look. “Wedon’t do anything. I don’t want you involved in this. Leave it to me and my team.”
“Hank, she’s my friend,” Sadie said. “I feel like I should do more.”
“Just be her friend,” Hank said. “You’re doing great. We’ll handle the rest.”
“I’ll see if I can reach her on her phone,” she said. “She’s probably feeling very alone right now.”
* * *
Marilyn hadto go into the gas station to pay because her card wasn’t working on the machine. She also needed to use the ladies room. Hurrying, she worried about what to do about the black sedan she believed was following her. The card still wasn’t working inside.
What’s wrong with my card? It was working before.
She paid in cash. When she came out to fill the car, she didn’t see the sedan. That was strange. Maybe it hadn’t been following her. She got back into the car and pulled back onto the highway.
Traffic was stressing Marilyn out as she drove. She tapped the brakes, which seemed sort of spongy.
What is wrong with this car? I need to tell the rental company that these brakes need to be looked at before they rent the car to someone else. They’d worked fine until now. What is going on? Is the car a lemon? Am I having a bad luck day or something?
Pressing way down on the brakes, she finally allowed an extra car length to open up between her rental car and the red Porsche in front of her.
The roar of an engine behind her caught her attention and made her notice a white work van coming up fast behind her. The van whipped around her car, then passed the Porsche, cutting right in front of it before slamming on its brakes.
The Porsche nose-dived and skidded sideways.
Marilyn braked hard pressing all the way to the floor.
Nothing happened.
“Shit!”
The brakes were gone. Totally gone.
She steered the rental toward the shoulder of the highway.
