Chapter 3Bridget
It felt nice to have a bodyguard, but I was still on the lookout. I felt safer in my home than I did anywhere else because I knew where all the windows and doors were. Cars felt vulnerable because you could shoot out their windows or tires, and other buildings, like my agent’s office, had an untold number of windows and doors. Anyone could shimmy up the building or repel from the roof or climb through the ducts and jump down onto her desk.
I’d watched too many movies for my own good.
My driver took us to the meeting, and Mr. Jeffries was sitting right beside me. He was a walking hulk of granite, easily three times my size, and I felt oddly safe, as well as heavily vulnerable, around him. He was easy enough to talk to, like I figured out this morning, but he was also all
