CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Stella collapsed on the bed. Hunching her shoulders, she gasped painfully, each breath burning its way into her injured throat. At least she was breathing. She had so narrowly escaped death.
This attack was not related to the case. She was convinced of it, especially after Viv’s warning earlier. The Marshalls had hired someone to kill her.
Stella’s mind reeled as she battled to take in this horrific reality. She’d had a hit on her. An actual hit.
It had been done so professionally and with careful forethought. Why had he hidden away in the shower cubicle? Perhaps so that he could strike while she would be at her most vulnerable, unarmed, and unsuspecting. Or else, so that he could dump her body in the shower and turn it on before he left, buying time before anyone foun
