Giselle pushed the door open, hoisted the large black bag on her shoulder, and took a step beyond the threshold of the house.
"And you're sure I can't take you to this place? Wherever it is?" Brent said from behind her.
Giselle turned to him and smiled reassuringly. "It's fine. I just want to stretch my legs and walk about."
Brent frowned but agreed. "Okay, let me know if you need me to pick you up."
Giselle nodded but she knew within her that she would not call him. It would be too easy to follow her in a car. And she didn't want to be followed. By Barclay or… the police. She still remembered the look Alfaro had given her when she left the interrogation room. He knew she was hiding something.
She did not put it past him to tail her. And today, she was heading to her best friend's
