Lynette Eason - Holiday Illusion

While Lucas drove and talked with the hospital, Anna made a mental list of what she needed to do. “Flying beneath the radar” wouldn’t be possible if she was going to figure out what happened to that evidence she’d found and apparently hid too well. The only plan she could come up with was devising a disguise of some sort to throw them off her trail. She’d think on what kind later. But that would gain her access to the house, then somehow, she’d have to create a diversion, slip into the office and have a look around. She sighed. Who was she kidding? Four years had gone by. Shawn’s wife had probably remodeled that house fifty times over by now. The umbrella stand had most likely gone the way of some tax deductible path.

But still…she could look. No harm in that, right?

Glancing in the side mirror, she noticed a fast approaching car coming up behind them. A black car with tinted windows. The Mercedes symbol glinted in the sunlight. Anna blinked at the glare and adjusted the mirror.

“Hey Lucas, you might want to move over into the right lane; that Mercedes is riding awfully close on your bumper.”

“You’re right. I just noticed that.” He signaled, pulled to the right. The Mercedes followed. Now, Anna became concerned. Lucas sped up, the powerful black car followed easily.

“Lucas, something’s not right with this.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than the Mercedes gunned it and rammed into the back of the rental.

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