streaming tendrils. He raised the collar of his overcoat and slipped a hand into a pocket, touching the grip of his SIG-Sauer pistol.
He couldnât quite believe the path his life had taken over the past ten hours. Not only had he broken the law twiceâfirst by removing evidence from Diana Galeâs apartment and now by walking around with a gun in his pocketâbut tonight with Sylviesomething had stirred inside him that he hadnât felt in a long time. He wanted to take his time, examine what that something between them was, what it might lead to. But he didnât see how. Not with Sylvie so worried about her sister. Not when he, too, needed to keep Ty and Diana foremost in his mind.
He took a deep breath, wanting to breathe in her spicy sweet scent instead of just the cold wind.
âWhich direction do you think heâll come from? The road?â
âMost likely.â Especially if he was looking to grab Sylvie. Heâd need a car.
Bryce turned his back to the water and studied the curved white concrete layers of the convention center terrace, parking structure and ground-level parking lot. Even at this hour, an occasional car whizzed past on John Nolen Drive, its headlights illuminating the tunnel under the structure. âHe could be watching us from anywhere. On top of the terrace. The parking ramp. Hell, he could even be up in the hotel with a pair of binoculars.â
âOr in one of the Dumpsters or loading bays?â She gestured to the service area at the base of the convention center.
âNow youâre talking. Name the most places he could be and win a prize.â He tried to inject levity into his voice, but the attempt fell flat, his worry winning out.
âWhat if he thinks youâre a cop? Maybe thatâs why he hasnât shown up yet. Maybe I should have met him alone.â
âHe knows Iâm not a cop. Whoever he is, he knew where you were staying.â
âAnd the only way he could know that is if he was watching me,â she finished.
âRight.â Bryce had never realized he had a sense for such things, but right this minute he was sure they were being watched. Maybe by Red, maybe by whoever had followed Sylvie into the hospital stair well, maybe by someone of whom they were totally unaware. But someone was watching them right now. Heâd swear to it. âLetâs move somewhere a little less exposed. Come on.â He brushed her arm with his fingertips, guiding her down the path toward the convention center.
Once theyâd slipped into the shelter of the convention center, she folded her arms over her chest. âWill he be able to see us here?â
âNo one should be able to see us, thatâs the point. We were sitting ducks out there.â
âIf youâre trying to frighten me into leaving, it wonât work.â
âYou have good reason to be frightened.â
âI didnât say I wasnât frightened. Just that Iâm not leaving. Not until Iâm certain heâs not going to show.â
He didnât even try to hide his smile. âYou sure are a lot tougher than you look.â
âDamn straight. And I always have been. At least, thatâs what my first foster mother always said.â
So sheâd been this determined even as a kid. Not surprising. Grit didnât just magically appear when one needed it. You either had it or you didnât. âWhat inspired her to say that?â
âMy heart wasnât fully developed when I was born. Surgery and time took care of the problem, but I was pretty sick for a few years.â
âSo thatâs why you ended up in foster care while your sister was adopted.â
âThere arenât a lot of families who want to take a chance on a toddler with heart problems.â
She might have had heart problems as a child, but there was nothing less than fully developed about Sylvieâs heart now. Just seeing how
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