words gripped her throat and squeezed. Hadley couldn’t breathe.
Her father had been right. She couldn’t trust anyone. Quickly Hadley went through Teresa’s closet to find old clothes she could wear. She and Teresa were about the same size, and no way would she go back into her own apartment. After donning an old blue jean jacket over a fresh T-shirt and tugging a cap over her strawberry-blond hair, she crammed the bloody clothes she’d worn into a plastic garbage sack and then into the receptacle. Hadley didn’t have time to properly dispose of the clothes. She wasn’t even sure how.
After changing, she grabbed the backpack from the closet and climbed through the window and down the fire escape, grateful for old buildings.
In the alley, she had to hurry before the police arrived and cordoned off the space. The sirens grew louder. At the corner she caught a cab and asked the driver to take her to the airport. As it drove away from the curb, two police cruisers pulled up to the building.
An ambulance, too.
Took them long enough.
She sank into the seat of the cab, but she risked one more backward glance. The man who’d broken into her apartment spoke with the police. Hadley stared out the passenger window thinking about her father’s instructions.
Trust no one.
Who was the man who’d come to her apartment? Was he acting alone, or were there other people after her? How could she protect herself if she didn’t even know who she was up against? There had to be someone who could help her but her father hadn’t given her names.
Whenever she was dealing with a problem, her first instinct was always to call her father. Not that she expected him to fix everything for her—she just always felt better about things when she’d gotten his calm perspective and useful advice. Her heart clenched at the thought that she’d never be able to call him again. Tears spilled over her cheeks again. All these years, working as a struggling artist, and finally her work would debut on the national scene in a few days and what did any of it matter? Her father wouldn’t be there at the opening reception.
If she didn’t clear things up before the reception, neither would she be there. At the moment, she didn’t even care.
She sniffled and turned her attention to the cabdriver who eyed her through the mirror. The windshield cracked and spidered at the same instant the driver’s head jerked back, blood splattering the seat.
Tires screech and the cab accelerated, swerving precariously back and forth on the road. Everything happened too fast. Hadley’s mind couldn’t wrap around what was happening. The driver had been shot in the head. No one controlled the vehicle now.
She screamed and gripped the seat.
God help me!
Horns honked and metal crunched as vehicles crashed and twisted together.
The cab flipped two times and finally came to a crunching stop against a concrete divider.
Hadley groaned. It hurt to move, to breathe. She dragged in oxygen.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head, wanting to wake up from the worst dream of her life.
Leave now before he finds you and kills you.
He might have found her, but Hadley had to do what her father had instructed her to do and disappear. Lose the killer again before he killed her. Or her father’s warning and his death would be for nothing.
But it was too late for the cabdriver.
He was gone. Hadley knew it.
Oh, God, help me. He has already killed someone else because of me.
Body aching and mind in shock, she grabbed the backpack and rolled out of her seat onto the concrete, hiding behind the cab as she carefully avoided the glass and twisted metal littering the road. Her pulse roared in her ears.
The cabdriver...dead... She could be next. And if she didn’t get away from the people gathering to help, anyone near her could be killed.
Because of her.
Based on the trajectory of the bullet that killed the cabdriver, she figured the killer had shot from building on the southeast corner. Hadley used the wrecked cab as cover, she crawled over and into a narrow alley littered with garbage and smelling the same, then stood and ran the length of it until she came to another building. Hadley slipped around the corner. Leaning against the brick wall, she caught her breath as she listened. She dusted off the broken glass that clung to her clothes and tried to look normal so she could melt into the crowd. Not draw any attention.
Ignoring the pain and grief, she ran a few blocks and slipped down yet another alley and caught another cab.
“Take me to the airport.” She didn’t know where she would go, but she had to get out of town and fast.
Maybe she would simply ask for the next flight out.
Her father was dead. A cabdriver was dead because someone had put out a contract to kill her father, and now her.
Forget her national debut.
Forget her life. Her only focus should be on how to survive. Her father had given her the tools he believed she would need. A passport for one, but she couldn’t imagine going overseas without a plan. She didn’t know enough about international travel.
The spy world wasn’t her world.
Until today, she’d had no idea it had been her father’s.
Maybe she could hide in a city somewhere. Get lost in the crowd, except she would be terrified of every single person who stood within an inch of her.
Her father might have made sure she could protect herself. But she couldn’t protect herself against an unseen villain. Until she identified the man who would come to kill her...
Everyone was an assassin.
Southwest Oregon
4:00 p.m. Saturday
Cooper Wilde checked his footing on the rock that hung hundreds of feet above the Rogue River, then raised his binoculars. As he breathed in the scent of the old-growth forest and took in the vivid evergreens and rocky canyon, the tension in his neck drained away.
He loved it here.
A scream echoed from somewhere to his west. Cooper’s gut tensed.
He heard the collective gasps of the women from the Rogue Valley Knitters and Knature Club behind him.
“What was that?”
“A woman screamed.”
“Or a panther, a mountain lion. I hear they can sound like a woman screaming.”
“Do you think a bear got her?”
“This is bear country, after all.”
He zoomed the binoculars out, searching for something he could focus in on.
“Shh,
