“I really don’t trust him.”

I nodded to her. “I don’t, either.” I pulled my phone out. “Okay, so how do we get you to Hampton Roads.”

“I don’t think there’s a way without a car.”

I growled. “You’re right. Transit not available. And I don’t have a vehicle, there’s no room in the van, and I’m stuck here three more days anyway.”

I had money, but you couldn’t buy what nobody could sell. A taxi that long a distance would cost a fortune. It was, I recalled, close to two hours. But there was no other alternative.

“So…”

“So, we’re going to have to hire a car and driver.”

“You have that kind of money?”
A pause. “No, but…the alternative is to rent a car on his credit cards, which with a one-way rental will…”

“I could dump the car and leave him with the bill.”

“He’d still find you too easily.” Of course, the same was true with a car. If I was a few years older. Well, legally older. “Unless…okay. You need to meet some people. Let’s go join them for dinner.”

“Do you think that’s safe?”

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

And with an entire group of women… So, we headed for the restaurant we were meeting at.

“I’m paying for this one too.”

Sarita looked at her. “Is this the lady who needs some help?”

I nodded. “Can you think of a good way to get her to Hampton Roads?”

“We have a half day tomorrow. I’ll take her.” A simple offer. A simple solution.

“I can…”

“No, you don’t need to cover my gas,” she told me, firmly.

“I think I want to come along. Three is better than two if he manages to track us down.”

She nodded. Then she looked at Eden. “We’ll get you away from him. Assuming you’re really determined to leave.”

“I’m pregnant,” she said, finally.

I glanced at Sarita. Then back to Eden. “Should have told that cop that.”

“I would if I thought it would help. He’ll probably tell Carlton where we’re going.”

I shuddered. “If he does, then…”

Then he might have signed Carlton’s death warrant. I wasn’t about to be nice to the guy, after all.

Or let him hurt Eden or her child.