Headlights glared across her rearview mirror as a Triumph slowed to a stop beside her. The guttural roar of a motorcycle reverberated behind her. Just waiting for the light to change." And for the uneasiness sloshing inside to dissipate-an uneasiness she hadn't experienced since that day in South Sudan. She ticked off the seconds with no cars passing by, and yet the light remained red. Her sense of isolation heightened, despite being on a call with her brother. Sunday night in the business district left dark buildings surrounding her. She glanced around as Noah said something that didn't even register. The games start tomorrow."Įvery year the Coast Guard Investigative Service team went head-to-head with the NCIS unit. What's new with you?" She stopped at a signal, the red light refracting off her windshield, making an upside-down L across her dash. She exhaled a steadying breath and answered. She jumped as her cell rang-her Bluetooth signaling a call from Noah. She glanced at the moonlight glinting off the faux crystal trophy she'd been awarded for excellence in journalism for her exposé on drug dealer Xavier Fuentes.Ī shiver tickled her spine at the thought of their last encounter-his dark eyes boring into hers. The press-awards banquet had been a success, according to her boss at the Raleigh Gazette, but the local event was nothing like the press galas she'd attended before Asim Noren destroyed her international journalism career and nearly ended her life. Gabby Rowley drove through the nearly deserted downtown streets.
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