CHAPTER SEVEN
Jessie kept her head on a swivel, on the lookout for anyone or anything out of the ordinary.
As she returned to her place, following the same circuitous route as earlier in the day, all the security precautions she’d been so proud of only hours earlier now seemed woefully inadequate.
This time around, she tied her hair into a bun and hid it under a baseball cap and the hood of a sweatshirt she bought on the way back from Norwalk. Her small backpack purse was attached in the front so that it hugged her chest. Despite the added anonymity they might have provided, she didn’t wear sunglasses out of concern they would limit her line of sight.
Kat had promised to review the tape of all Crutchfield’s recent visits to see if they’d missed something. She also said that if Jessie c
