HIS Choice: An H.I.S. Novel (H.I.S. series Book 2) by Sheila Kell Page A
Authors: Sheila Kell
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her before.
Checking her directions again, she spotted the exit off the highway. The roads had been salted, but her muscles tensed. Black ice terrified her.
She found a used car dealership within walking distance that happened to be closed today. It would be the perfect place to hide the car. The walk would be about a quarter of a mile through four inches of snow.
After parking, she noticed a potentially major problem. Snow covered the cars in the lot. She couldn’t stop to do anything about it or she wouldn’t arrive in time to hide. Megan hoped no one would notice.
As she’d expected, the road to the warehouse had not been recently plowed. Like most businesses, they were closed.
She arrived an hour early, knowing she’d need to take the longer route so her footprints wouldn’t be visible. Her expected trek took her behind both warehouses, but appeared the safest way to arrive without announcing her presence.
Dressed in thick wool slacks, a pink angora sweater, a white, down coat, white beanie hat and brown gloves, she wrapped her brown scarf tighter around her neck and stepped out into the cold. Her winter boots sank in the snow.
Shoving her hands in her jacket pockets, she dropped her head and walked swiftly across the lot then turned behind the lumber warehouse and followed the old railroad tracks. Then she found herself in front of the scrap metal warehouse. It was surprisingly well maintained. Decay and graffiti didn’t adorn the white stone building.
She tried the front door. Locked. She walked to the first bay, but couldn’t budge the blue garage looking door. She stood with her hands on her hips and figured she’d have the same problem with the other five. The Employee Entrance door was also locked.
The meeting had to occur outside unless they had a key to the building, or broke in. She hoped it would be outside as she looked back and saw her footprints.
That awarded her with numerous places to hide. Piles of metal beams and scrap metals stood in three large stacks.
She craved hiding behind the pile nearest to the middle of the warehouse but knew her tracks would lead them to her. That, she didn’ t want.
Instead, she settled on the pile closest to where she’d approached the building. Less imprints in the snow. Unless they checked behind the piles, she’d be safe. Cold, but safe.
When she heard the first vehicle approaching, she settled into a comfortable crouched position. It always sucked to be the first to arrive at a party.
She peeked around the pile. A black SUV stopped at the other end of the warehouse. If they met near his SUV, she wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.
Dang it!
She should’ve chanced the middle hiding place.
It was only a short wait before another black SUV arrived. Was this the company car of bad guys? She hoped the driver would park closer to her. He didn’t.
A heater would be nice. Her fingers and toes were cold. She should’ve worn two pair of gloves and two pair of socks. Biloxi weather would be appreciated.
She wondered how many would attend the meeting. She might get lucky and catch more than one boss. Megan smiled, fighting the stiff, cold muscles in her face. This would be worth it.
She willed them to step out of their SUVs so she could get clear photos of them. Their tinted windows prevented her from seeing them. Typical.
Full of anxiety, her hands shook and her heartbeat pounded so loudly she heard it in her ears, but in an exciting sort of way.
If she hadn’t had to park so far away, she’d follow the boss when he departed. It wouldn’t be wise. Opening an apiary without a beekeeping suit would be safer than following and confronting him for an interview. Trent would definitely kill her for that stunt. No, this had to be enough. A third black SUV arrived and parked between the other two vehicles. In an almost synchronized manner, the men stepped out into the cold. They stopped too far away for her to hear.
Again she wished she’d
Checking her directions again, she spotted the exit off the highway. The roads had been salted, but her muscles tensed. Black ice terrified her.
She found a used car dealership within walking distance that happened to be closed today. It would be the perfect place to hide the car. The walk would be about a quarter of a mile through four inches of snow.
After parking, she noticed a potentially major problem. Snow covered the cars in the lot. She couldn’t stop to do anything about it or she wouldn’t arrive in time to hide. Megan hoped no one would notice.
As she’d expected, the road to the warehouse had not been recently plowed. Like most businesses, they were closed.
She arrived an hour early, knowing she’d need to take the longer route so her footprints wouldn’t be visible. Her expected trek took her behind both warehouses, but appeared the safest way to arrive without announcing her presence.
Dressed in thick wool slacks, a pink angora sweater, a white, down coat, white beanie hat and brown gloves, she wrapped her brown scarf tighter around her neck and stepped out into the cold. Her winter boots sank in the snow.
Shoving her hands in her jacket pockets, she dropped her head and walked swiftly across the lot then turned behind the lumber warehouse and followed the old railroad tracks. Then she found herself in front of the scrap metal warehouse. It was surprisingly well maintained. Decay and graffiti didn’t adorn the white stone building.
She tried the front door. Locked. She walked to the first bay, but couldn’t budge the blue garage looking door. She stood with her hands on her hips and figured she’d have the same problem with the other five. The Employee Entrance door was also locked.
The meeting had to occur outside unless they had a key to the building, or broke in. She hoped it would be outside as she looked back and saw her footprints.
That awarded her with numerous places to hide. Piles of metal beams and scrap metals stood in three large stacks.
She craved hiding behind the pile nearest to the middle of the warehouse but knew her tracks would lead them to her. That, she didn’ t want.
Instead, she settled on the pile closest to where she’d approached the building. Less imprints in the snow. Unless they checked behind the piles, she’d be safe. Cold, but safe.
When she heard the first vehicle approaching, she settled into a comfortable crouched position. It always sucked to be the first to arrive at a party.
She peeked around the pile. A black SUV stopped at the other end of the warehouse. If they met near his SUV, she wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation.
Dang it!
She should’ve chanced the middle hiding place.
It was only a short wait before another black SUV arrived. Was this the company car of bad guys? She hoped the driver would park closer to her. He didn’t.
A heater would be nice. Her fingers and toes were cold. She should’ve worn two pair of gloves and two pair of socks. Biloxi weather would be appreciated.
She wondered how many would attend the meeting. She might get lucky and catch more than one boss. Megan smiled, fighting the stiff, cold muscles in her face. This would be worth it.
She willed them to step out of their SUVs so she could get clear photos of them. Their tinted windows prevented her from seeing them. Typical.
Full of anxiety, her hands shook and her heartbeat pounded so loudly she heard it in her ears, but in an exciting sort of way.
If she hadn’t had to park so far away, she’d follow the boss when he departed. It wouldn’t be wise. Opening an apiary without a beekeeping suit would be safer than following and confronting him for an interview. Trent would definitely kill her for that stunt. No, this had to be enough. A third black SUV arrived and parked between the other two vehicles. In an almost synchronized manner, the men stepped out into the cold. They stopped too far away for her to hear.
Again she wished she’d
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