CHAPTER EIGHTEENJessica
It felt like an eon had passed before I closed the phone and
put it down. The last thing I wanted was for Liz to get involved in this. She
had nothing to do with it—whatever it was.
The threat was clearly intended to intimidate me. It worked. I
planned our meeting. Assuming the caller was a man, I should pick a public
place with lots of people around. Navy Memorial. I’d met Liz there for lunch a
couple of times. There was a Metro stop close by an amphitheater of steps
arranged around a fountain where people gathered for lunch.
The phone rang and I jumped. That hadn’t been ten minutes. The
caller ID showed that it was Liz. My finger wavered over the button, until the
fourth ring when I pushed it.
“Hey, you,” Liz said, sounding carefree, almost giddy. Not
