insides twisted. “Uh, sure.”
Her father might say those words to an audience at one of his sold-out seminars or to a reader of one of his eight bestselling self-help books, but Carl Kincaid would never say those words to his only child now that she was all grown up and a disappointment to him.
Instead her father would tell her to give up before she made a fool of herself again. He would tell her she was wasting her life teaching special needs students. He would list all the things keeping her from living up to her potential.
Millie took a deep breath. The only thing that mattered was how she saw things. Not her father. Not Jace.
Besides she’d already told herself to think positive. No big deal.
The traffic’s green light changed to yellow. Jace stepped off the curb. Millie held her breath as a florist van ran the red light.
The walk sign flashed.
He grabbed her elbow. “Go, go, go.”
Millie jerked her arm free and sprinted. She crossed the multilane boulevard ahead of Jace. All of her energy focused on the flag and the clue box beneath it. The scents of salt and freshly mowed grass replaced the smell of exhaust from the street behind her, but she heard the traffic pick up and allowed herself a moment’s relief. The light must have changed. Any teams behind them would be stuck. Good.
Fueled by adrenaline, she beat Jace to the clue box and grabbed a pouch. Unless, she realized with a start, he let her get there first. Her spirits sagged.
“Five left,” he said with satisfaction.
She tugged at the zipper to find forty dollars—a twenty, a ten and two fives—two maps, a credit card and clue. “What?”
“There are five pouches left. We’re in third place.”
Not last. Thank goodness.
In spite of all her training, all her pep talks to herself, Millie could hardly believe it. “Wow.”
“We’re doing great.”
She nodded. “For now.”
“Think positive,” he reminded her. “What does the card say?”
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s time to leave the beautiful City by the Bay so make sure you take all your belongings with you, including your heart. You will find a car parked nearby. Drive yourself to the airport (SFO) and fly to Los Angeles (LAX) where you will find a car waiting for you. To locate your next clue you’ll have to search among the Cherry Blossoms for the Irises and the Apples.”
“Nearby?” Jace spun around. “That could mean anything.”
“The black team went this way.”
Millie didn’t want to waste a single second. Clutching the clue pouch, she ran to the parking lot separating the Marina Green from the water. She found only random cars in every make and color imaginable.
He scanned the parking lot in the opposite direction. “That doesn’t mean they knew where they were going.”
“No.” His lack of faith annoyed her. “But they didn’t come back.”
In the distance, she saw a large building with an American flag and pennant flying overhead. Closer was another building, a small square at the edge of the water surrounded by a chain link fence. And then she saw the green and blue banner. Excited, she grabbed his arm. “There!”
She didn’t wait for him. She ran toward the flag and found six black Mercedes SUVs parked side by side.
“Good eyes, Freckles.”
Jace opened the driver door and grabbed keys from above the visor. He removed his backpack, opened the trunk and dropped his pack inside.
“I’ll take that.” Jace tossed Millie’s backpack into the trunk. “You’ve got the clue. You navigate. I’ll drive.”
Of course he would want to drive.
Wordlessly she climbed into the back seat. Her cameraman jumped into the passenger seat. The audio guy sat next to her. Jace’s crew had said goodbye to them at Coit Tower.
He started the engine. “You buckled up?”
Millie fastened her seat belt. “Yes.”
“Here we go.”
As he backed out of the parking spot, she unfolded one of the maps from the clue pouch. She located the San Francisco International airport. “There are two ways to get to the airport. They look about the same distance. The difference will be the traffic we hit.”
He drove past the building with the flags she’d noticed earlier. The St. Francis Yacht Club.
He turned on his blinker.
“Don’t you want directions?” she asked.
The light changed. He turned left. “I know the way.”
A familiar weight bore down on her. “Then why did you ask me to navigate?”
A thick bone-cutting silence descended on the car as she waited for an answer. Not that she expected one. No, Jace had only been tossing her a bone, a meaningless task to make her think she was part of this.
Too bad she hadn’t let him walk into the path of that yellow cab. Tight-lipped, Millie followed their direction on the map, using the task to occupy her eyes and her hands while she controlled her heart and her voice. She had to do something. And speaking her mind with the camera rolling wouldn’t do anything except make her look like a fool on national television.
Again.
The car screeched to a stop. None of the cars around them moved. Traffic looked gridlocked. Jace slapped the steering wheel. “There must be construction. Or an accident.”
Millie focused on the map. “Turn right.”
“Why? What do you see?”
“Right,” she insisted. “Here!”
At the last second, he turned the wheel.
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Left at the next light.”
She rattled off directions. A right. Another left. Straight. Jace’s jaw got increasingly tight, but he followed each direction until the car nosed onto Octavia Street.
“I know where we are,” he said suddenly. “This turns into US-101.”
Millie held up the map. “I know.”
“Great job.”
She refused to show the satisfaction his words gave her. “Only doing my part for the team.”
“Yeah, about that…” His words trailed off. “Look, Millie…”
