“Yeah, working for Lindahl, he said.”
“You talked to him?”
“You could say that,” he answered flatly.
Chelsea’s mind scrambled frantically for a way out. She felt trapped and suffocating.
Gregory had put a trail on her. He knew where she was. The terror threatened to suck her into its black void. She had to struggle to stay ahead of its insidious grasp.
Panic could get her killed.
She took a slow breath. “So, if this was a few days ago, why are we running now?” Her voice was thin and strained.
“The investigator just informed me tonight that he had contacted his boss.” He glanced over at her. “He said Lindahl is on his way.”
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