Dani nodded. But if this were a movie, it wouldn’t be so farfetched that Harper’s serial killer—the one who murdered her lover—would show back up in her life. But it wasn’t a movie. It was only a coincidence that her stalker left dolls—a variety of dolls, to be sure. The fact that he had resorted to using Raggedy Ann dolls of late was of no consequence. The only impact it had—for Harper, at least—was bringing the tragedy in Tucson back to the forefront.

She tried to relax as the miles sped by. There wasn’t much in terms of scenery as they headed west toward Amarillo. By the time they’d left the motel, it was closer to lunch than breakfast. The aroma of burgers and fries filled the car and they’d eaten—almost ravenously—in silence as Harper drove. Now, lunch was gone—wadded up in a bag on the backseat floor—and her watery Coke sloshed in the cup, the ice all but melted.

She passed the time by checking the mirrors, trying to decide if someone was following them. There wasn’t a lot of traffic, mostly eighteen-wheelers and pickup trucks. The bright sunshine had given way to clouds, dropping the temperature a few degrees. The country music radio station they’d picked up had warned of drizzle and a freeze was in the forecast for that evening. She wondered if Harper had even packed a jacket. When she’d packed a bag for their stay in a safe house, she wasn’t intending for it to last over a week. She supposed the rest of her things were still piled by Harper’s desk. With that thought, she wondered if her belongings had already been pilfered, perhaps out of curiosity or maybe Lieutenant Mize had them searched.

“Did you bring a jacket?”

Harper shook her head. “No. I hadn’t planned on a cross-country trip. This sweatshirt is fine, though. Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Anyone following?”

“Not that I can tell. You worried?”

Dani smiled. “Not any more than I’ve been for the past week. Honestly, I don’t know that it’s all sunk it yet. I mean, he smashed the door in, knocked you out, knocked me out—was it chloroform? We did a car chase, I lost my mind and jumped out of said speeding car. You were there to save me—in more ways than one. Now we’re on the run, from both the clown and the police.” She laughed nervously. “Really? Are we really on the run?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“You’re going to get into so much trouble, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Harper glanced at her. “But don’t worry about that. Mize doesn’t like me anyway, remember.”

“Oh, yeah. Because of his wife.” She leaned back. “You think they’ll find us today? Tonight?”