Chapter 19

In my twisted psyche, the last seemed the best choice. I put on a black tank top and black jeans, threw my hair in a knot on top of my head, and found my darkest sunglasses. Because in my mind, dressed in solid black in broad daylight was less conspicuous than shorts and a shirt...coupled with the neon-yellow Camaro that screamed subtly, I proceeded in ninja-stealth mode.

I slowed as I neared the entrance and saw the 911 right where I'd hoped it would be. But instead of pulling in behind him so I'd have to back out, I pulled along the edge of the property, parallel to the road. With the car idling, I jumped out and looked for witnesses. Seeing none, I ran up to the Porsche and tried the handle.

Locked.

With an obnoxiously loud and sensitive alarm system.

I panicked. As if jerking on the handle would open the secured door, not only did I try the driver's side twice in my haste, but I also ran around to the passenger side and tried it instead of aborting the mission. When I h