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shivered at the memory, and she knew then that despite what she said, she’d go with him. “Now, Olivia, we’re running out of time,” Nayo said as the engine of the car roared to life.
    She quickly climbed into the passenger side and slammed the door behind her. They pulled away from the curb and started down the alley as she pulled her seat belt across her chest.
    “Put this address in your phone, I need directions,” Nayo said, giving her Cole’s address.
    “That’s a pretty fancy part of town, where are we going anyway?” Liv asked as she plugged the address into her maps app.
    “Just a friend’s house, you’ll see, the less you know the better,” he said. She finished putting the address into her phone and the GPS lady told them to take a right at the intersection and that they would arrive at their destination in twenty-eight minutes. Just as they turned out of the alley and onto the main road, police cars with flashing lights sped past them, headed in the opposite direction. “Looks like we made it out of there just in time.”
    As they got closer to Cole’s, they abandoned the stolen car on the side of the road and traveled the rest of the way on foot. As they neared the house, they had to be careful not to be seen, sneaking in around back as per Cole’s instructions. When they finally made it inside, Liv couldn’t believe her eyes. She wanted to explore the lavish rooms, but exhaustion was overcoming her. It had been one hell of a day and the adrenaline was starting to wear off. Not to mention she had forgotten to grab the non-drowsy version of her allergy medicine. Nayo led her down the hall to one of the guest bedrooms. “In here, this is the guest room I always use.” The room was beautiful, with silver mirrored furniture and fresh white and green decorations. Luxurious textiles covered the bed that had pillows piled high, crystal lamps with white shades adorned the bedside tables, and long white drapes covered the massive windows. In the far corner of the room there was an antique dressing table and a large potted plant with big tropical-looking leaves.
    They immediately collapsed together into the massive four poster bed. As she lay there, at last somewhere quiet and safe, her mind finally had a chance to catch up with the events of the day, and she had a sudden realization that sent her stomach dropping to her feet. “Nayo?”
    “Yes?”
    “Can I ask you a question?”
    “Of course. Ask me anything you want.”
    “How did you know how to hot-wire that car?” she asked.
    “Do you really want to know?”
    After a long pause, she finally answered. “No, I suppose not.” But she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in her gut, and she started to pull away from him.
    Not wanting her to go, Nayo wrapped an arm and leg around her and pulled her in close, cocooning her body with his. He snuggled his face into her hair. “It’s not what you think. I had nothing to do with those bombs, Olivia. I promise.”
    She wanted to believe him. And part of her did. But the rational side of her kept reminding her she barely knew this man. Why did she keep sticking around? She really had no idea who he was, and she had seen what he was capable of; evading the police, escaping tight situations with ease, hot-wiring a car. Was it really such a stretch to think he could be being the bombs? She knew she should get as far away him as possible, but right now it felt damn good to lay there in his arms. And she was tired. So tired. It was a struggle just to keep her eyes open. She needed to figure out what to do next, but she’d worry about that after some rest. She finally gave into exhaustion and let her heavy eyelids fall, Nayo’s light snoring lulling her into a deep sleep.

Chapter 6
    I t was the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and bacon that woke her up. Bacon? Liv had thought that Muslims couldn’t eat pork, just like those of Jewish faith. Curious, she crawled out of bed and made her way to the