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  1. Cover
  2. Love best-selling fiction?
  3. Also by McGarvey Black
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
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  59. Acknowledgements
  60. A note from the publisher
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Zoe let out a defeated breath as she lifted her binoculars to her eyes and looked out the window. “I feel so helpless. I keep thinking about that poor man and how he… Oh my God… Sean, she’s here, the woman, she’s sitting across the street on that same bench.”

“What woman?”

“The masked woman!”

“No way. Are you sure it’s her? Is her husband with her?”

Zoe looked around the park. “I don’t see him anywhere. Do you think they already killed him?” she gasped. “Do you think he’s dead?”

“They said they were going to kill him today.”

“What should we do?” shouted Zoe, standing and bouncing on the balls of her feet, the binoculars still glued to her eyes.

“We should call the detectives like they told us,” said Sean.

“But the police won’t get here in time. She could walk away at any second. I’m going to follow her. Give me thirty seconds to put on some clothes,” said Zoe, dropping the binoculars on a living-room chair and running to her bedroom. Forty seconds later she was back in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. “I’m dressed,” she yelled to Sean, still waiting for her on FaceTime. Running over to the window with her sneakers in one hand, she picked up the binoculars and looked out. “Thank God, she’s still there. Sean, get over here, now!”

Jamming on her shoes, she grabbed her phone and was about to run out the front door when she remembered she didn’t have her keys or wallet. Running back to the bedroom she hunted for her bag. Her clothes were piled up all over the room and finding anything was nearly impossible. When her husband was at home, Zoe was more mindful of picking things up and putting stuff away. When he was off on assignment, she let things go. She sprinted back into the living room to check that the masked woman was still outside—she was.

Zoe tossed the binoculars back on the chair and ran to the dining room—no bag. Back to the bedroom she pulled out all of her drawers—no bag. The kitchen! Racing down the long hallway, she found her bag slung over the back of a kitchen chair. Grabbing it, she dropped her phone in but noticed her wallet wasn’t inside. Shit, where did I leave my freakin’ wallet? If that woman gets on a subway or takes a cab, I’ll need money. Where’s my wallet? Wait… the black shoes with the studs on the heel. The night before she had been shoe-shopping on her phone in bed and used her credit card to buy a pair of shoes. Galloping back to the bedroom she dropped onto the floor, shimmied under her bed and retrieved her wallet.