Chapter 70

Today’s not going as planned. I’ve bribed a child for information, thrown a perfectly good pair of heels in the middle of the street, and am currently chasing down an ex-convict like I’m auditioning for the Olympics. My lungs are screaming, my legs are burning, and yet I can’t stop. Every time I close the distance between us, Sara glances over her shoulder and picks up speed. I feel like a predator chasing prey, except the prey has better cardio. “Hey,” I scream. “Stop running.” She turns sharply into an alley, and I push harder, adrenaline overriding my common sense. When I round the corner, she trips on a crack in the pavement. I’m so close I can’t stop myself, and we both go tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs and spilled groceries. “Good Lord!” I gasp, struggling to pin her down without crushing her. “Please, don’t hurt me!” she yells, thrashing beneath me. “What?” “I didn’t do anything!” “I’m not here to hurt you!” My voice comes out sharper than intended. “I just want to