Chapter Twenty
A car door slammed in the parking lot outside and Grace paled and turned her head. “Can we lock these doors?” she hissed at me. “He followed me here.”
I didn’t know why Grace was scared and why she wanted to be locked in with me. But after seeing the look on her face, I hastily moved toward the door—whether to lock it or to run out, I wasn’t sure. But before I could get there, the doors opened and Kyle bolted through them.
Grace looked frozen and I’m sure I did, too. Because Kyle was carrying a gun.
“Now you’ve endangered Ann,” snarled Kyle to Grace. “All you ever think about is yourself.”
Grace gave me an apologetic wince. “Sorry. I saw you were still here and Kyle was following me.”
My mind was whirling.
“How did you know?” she asked Kyle, her voice flat.
“I didn’t
