“Shhhh!” Bev and I hissed into the phone like vipers preparing to strike, trying to quiet Laura before she went on one of her cursing rampages and said too much. Laura was used to speaking her mind, so having to talk in code and not being able to express herself was punishment to her. If it were up to Laura, we’d likely be dead because she would have long ago initiated a war with an adversary I knew we couldn’t beat.
“I have to go, ladies. Stay safe. And, Bev, please keep Laura out of trouble.”
Their laughter sounded over the line, bringing a smile to my face.
“Love you,” we all sang in one voice before we ended the call.
Someone was prowling around Beverly and Laura searching for me. Was it Aaron searching for me or had it been an investigator curious about what had gone down with my foster family many years ago? Bev and Laura didn’t appear worried, but I was starting to think that maybe they weren’t as safe as they thought they were.
Someone was hunting for Megan Jones. No one had ever hunted for Megan. It had to have been Aaron. If so, how had he found out that Beverly and Laura had been receiving profits from my book sales?
My driver’s license came to mind. I assumed I’d lost it, but Aaron must have found it or taken it. He’d kept a suspicious eye on me until we’d started fucking every chance we got.
I forced my thoughts of sex with Aaron from my mind and concentrated. My driver’s license would have landed him in Texas, but not at Beverly’s and Laura’s doorstep. How the heck had he connected those dots?
Aaron had expressed that he was the go-to guy for his MC when someone needed to be tracked down. Therefore, if he’d gotten it in his mind to find me, no matter how careful I thought I’d been, I believed he was determined enough to locate me.
The next number I dialed was the administrative office at my condo complex. After sitting through five minutes of the woman attempting to convince me to stay, I finally got the opportunity to speak.
“I will not be staying until the lease runs out. I understand that there will be a fee and I’m prepared to pay it.”
She went into another speech about the benefits of staying. I sat thinking about where I would relocate to as I allowed the woman’s energetic voice to carry on. I’d had several places in mind for months, and the congested city of New York was one of them. Also, I’d been stubbornly avoiding the most logical move, which was to leave the United States altogether.
After a pause, I spoke quickly. “I’ll come down in the morning to sign my paperwork. Thank you.” I hung up before the woman started another speech because I had much more concerning things to think about than ending my lease early.