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stood there, immobile, frozen in time. I wondered if she got trapped between dimensions on occasion.
"What?" I asked. "That's the card."
"It's only, like, a centimeter by a millimeter or something," the girl said.
"So?" I shrugged.
She set the tiny chip down and walked over to the kiosk. Emmanuelle wiped the dust away with her arm, then extracted a tray the size of a candy bar. There was a slot in it. The girl held up the SD card—it was way too small. Dammit.
My cell rang.
"Hey Riley," I answered.
"You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!" He didn't sound happy.
"On our way now." I ended the call, took the tiny SD card from the girl, apologized for wasting her time, and thanked her. Kelly drove while I simmered in silence.
"Do you want to go home first?" Kelly asked.
I shook my head. "What for? To see that Rex's car isn't in his driveway? That the house is dark? That would suck."
"We don't know anything," my best friend said firmly.
"No. We don't. I'd just rather go back to the yarn shop and be miserable, please."
"You're getting yourself all worked up for nothing," Kelly said.
"Yes, I am." Might as well admit it.
"You're being ridiculous. There are real problems in the world, you know. People have worse problems than you." Kelly frowned.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Nothing," she snapped. That was a little harsh. I remembered that she'd been grumpy earlier and wondered what was wrong with her. Unfortunately, she gave me the impression that she wouldn't talk about it if I asked. There was no point in asking when she was like this.
My misery was working itself up into a nice little migraine. The stupid headlights in the side view mirror weren't helping.
I sat up very slowly and looked carefully in the mirror, trying not to arouse suspicion. A dark sedan was following us.
"Turn left up here," I said calmly.
Kelly did as asked. I noticed she stiffened in her seat and started glancing in her rearview mirror.
"No sudden movements," I said. We turned left and drove to the end of the block. The sedan followed us.
"Turn left into this alley," I said.
Kelly did as directed. The sedan did not follow. She breathed a sigh of relief as we came out the other end. She turned right to head toward the yarn shop.
The car reappeared in the mirror.
"He's back," I said.
"What do we do?" Kelly asked a little anxiously.
She'd never been in any kind of shoot out. But she was an emergency room nurse, so she'd have nerves of steel.
"Take four lefts in a row," I said. Was it Bobb? I wondered.
Kelly took the first left. Then the second and third.
"Won't he know that we know he's following us?" She asked as she took the fourth left turn. The sedan stayed with us the whole time.
"Yes. But I think he already knows that." I said, never taking my eyes off the car behind us. It was too dark. I couldn't see the driver. Dammit.
I dialed my cell. Riley answered on the first ring.
"We're being followed. Dark sedan. No front license plate," I said automatically, shifting into spy mode.
"Where are you?" Riley's voice took on that same tone. We were working. This was real—just like the old days.
"About five blocks from the safe house," I said. No point in naming it or giving an address, just in case Bobb was somehow listening. For a brief second I worried about Philby. Then I felt a little stupid for that. Riley was with him. I needed to worry about me and Kelly.
"Drive past it. Go to the grocery store up the street. I'll meet you in the freezer section," he said before ending the call.
I relayed the instructions to Kelly, and she followed the directions. We parked and went in quickly. I didn't want to get caught in the dark in a parking lot. Once inside I grabbed a cart, and we made our way to the freezer section.
Kelly said nothing but put two bottles of wine into the cart. I smiled at that. We probably would need a drink afterwards. We stalled in the ice cream section, acting like it was a really tough
"What?" I asked. "That's the card."
"It's only, like, a centimeter by a millimeter or something," the girl said.
"So?" I shrugged.
She set the tiny chip down and walked over to the kiosk. Emmanuelle wiped the dust away with her arm, then extracted a tray the size of a candy bar. There was a slot in it. The girl held up the SD card—it was way too small. Dammit.
My cell rang.
"Hey Riley," I answered.
"You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!" He didn't sound happy.
"On our way now." I ended the call, took the tiny SD card from the girl, apologized for wasting her time, and thanked her. Kelly drove while I simmered in silence.
"Do you want to go home first?" Kelly asked.
I shook my head. "What for? To see that Rex's car isn't in his driveway? That the house is dark? That would suck."
"We don't know anything," my best friend said firmly.
"No. We don't. I'd just rather go back to the yarn shop and be miserable, please."
"You're getting yourself all worked up for nothing," Kelly said.
"Yes, I am." Might as well admit it.
"You're being ridiculous. There are real problems in the world, you know. People have worse problems than you." Kelly frowned.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Nothing," she snapped. That was a little harsh. I remembered that she'd been grumpy earlier and wondered what was wrong with her. Unfortunately, she gave me the impression that she wouldn't talk about it if I asked. There was no point in asking when she was like this.
My misery was working itself up into a nice little migraine. The stupid headlights in the side view mirror weren't helping.
I sat up very slowly and looked carefully in the mirror, trying not to arouse suspicion. A dark sedan was following us.
"Turn left up here," I said calmly.
Kelly did as asked. I noticed she stiffened in her seat and started glancing in her rearview mirror.
"No sudden movements," I said. We turned left and drove to the end of the block. The sedan followed us.
"Turn left into this alley," I said.
Kelly did as directed. The sedan did not follow. She breathed a sigh of relief as we came out the other end. She turned right to head toward the yarn shop.
The car reappeared in the mirror.
"He's back," I said.
"What do we do?" Kelly asked a little anxiously.
She'd never been in any kind of shoot out. But she was an emergency room nurse, so she'd have nerves of steel.
"Take four lefts in a row," I said. Was it Bobb? I wondered.
Kelly took the first left. Then the second and third.
"Won't he know that we know he's following us?" She asked as she took the fourth left turn. The sedan stayed with us the whole time.
"Yes. But I think he already knows that." I said, never taking my eyes off the car behind us. It was too dark. I couldn't see the driver. Dammit.
I dialed my cell. Riley answered on the first ring.
"We're being followed. Dark sedan. No front license plate," I said automatically, shifting into spy mode.
"Where are you?" Riley's voice took on that same tone. We were working. This was real—just like the old days.
"About five blocks from the safe house," I said. No point in naming it or giving an address, just in case Bobb was somehow listening. For a brief second I worried about Philby. Then I felt a little stupid for that. Riley was with him. I needed to worry about me and Kelly.
"Drive past it. Go to the grocery store up the street. I'll meet you in the freezer section," he said before ending the call.
I relayed the instructions to Kelly, and she followed the directions. We parked and went in quickly. I didn't want to get caught in the dark in a parking lot. Once inside I grabbed a cart, and we made our way to the freezer section.
Kelly said nothing but put two bottles of wine into the cart. I smiled at that. We probably would need a drink afterwards. We stalled in the ice cream section, acting like it was a really tough
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