Chapter 9The sky was ominous looking as I headed out to my car. The orange gleaming orb sank beneath a bank of clouds setting the gray-blue umbels on fire. Opening the door of my cherry red Pontiac Solstice. With difficulty, I slithered into the small, two-seater, ragtop in my high-heeled black boots and the charcoal gray sweater skirt I'd decided to wear. Getting out would be more fun.
My phone conversation with Nicolas had left me frazzled, and indignation still burned inside me. He hadn't said, “I'm happy you're still alive.” I wasn't sure if it mattered to him that I was still breathing. However, I didn't get the impression he wasn't surprised, or disappointed that I was. Thus, I was 99.9 percent sure he wasn't behind the whole 'Let's Kill Sabrina' campaign. At least, not last night's
