Chapters (75)
One hundred percent of Sarah’s focus was on the person, presumably Vicki, on the other end of the phone. “Wow. Absolutely,” Sarah said. “No. It’s no trouble at all. I’m really grateful. I can be in a cab in five minutes. No traffic at this time of night, so it shouldn’t take long. See you soon.” Sarah hung up the phone and turned to him. “That was Vicki.” He could hear the excitement in her voice, could see it emanating from her face. “She’s just come back from Phillip’s office. Located my files and identification papers in their storage room in the basement of the building and brought them to her town house. I have to get dressed.”
He snagged her arm as she dashed past him. “Hold on.”
“What?” She fisted her hands on her hips and tapped her toes impatiently.
“You’re planning on visiting her now? It’s after midnight.”
“It’s not important when she wants to hand my documents over. What matters is that she is willing to.”
“Alarm bells are ringing, Sarah. This feels off to me. Feels like a trap.”
The defiant expression on her face softened. “Mick,” she said, her slender hand alighting on his arm. “I have to go. I’ve spent the last four years running from shadows, afraid and fearful. I refuse to be that woman anymore. If I have to visit Vicki in the dead of the night to regain my identity, so be it.”
He studied her face. He could see the fierce intelligence shining from her eyes, along with determination and pure grit. Shimmering beneath the surface he also sensed a healthy dose of fear and apprehension. “All right. We’d better get dressed.”
She placed her hands on either side of his face, rose onto her toes, and brushed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” she said, smoothing an errant lock of hair from his eyes. “That means a lot to me. I’ll bang on your door when I’m ready to go.” She gave him a soft smile, as if he were the sun and the moon, then turned and darted out of his room.
46
As the cab pulled up in front of Vicki’s town house, the unease Sarah had been feeling on the drive over seemed to heighten. “There is nothing that says we have to follow through tonight,” Mick said. “We can arrange to come back in the morning.”
“No. Vicki sounded like she had continued the drinking fest after we left. Tomorrow, when she’s hungover and sober, she might rethink her generosity. She could change her mind, or demand an enormous sum of money for what she’s offered to give me for free.”