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calm down before answering. The last thing she needed was to crash.
    “It’s Mick. The guy’s following me.”
    She slid into the next left-turn lane and waited for the green arrow. When the Taurus passed her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Still, she kept an eye on it as it pulled into another left-turn lane two hundred yards ahead.
    Paranoid much? God. This was a busy street with stores, restaurants, and offices lined up for miles. She had to be overreacting. Sure, it was odd that someone was following Mick, but she couldn’t even imagine who would want to follow her.
    “Jenna?”
    “Yeah, I’m here.” She got the light and made her way to the gas station on the corner. “What are you going to do?”
    “Let him follow me,” he said. “Maybe he just wants a date.”
    “Not funny.” How could he joke at a time like this? “Where are you going?”
    “My condo. Chances are, he knows where I live anyway. And if he thinks I’ve spotted him, he’ll get sneakier. At least this way I can keep track of him. Go home and I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
    For the funeral. “You don’t have to drive me. I can handle it.”
    “Let me do this, Jay.”
    She huffed out a breath, not in the mood for an argument. “Fine. I’ll see you in an hour.”
    “Hey.”
    “What?” she asked, immediately regretting the snap in her voice.
    “If something happens and I don’t show, call Kurt Steele,” he said, referring to a former pararescueman friend of his and Rob’s who now ran his own security company.
    All of the air rushed from her lungs as she parked next to a gas pump. She swallowed and found her voice. “Be careful.”
    “Always.” He ended the call.
    She sat in her car until she felt steady enough to get out, then entered the station’s minimart. The bell on the door chimed as she pocketed her phone, jangling her taut nerves. Three boys walked in, followed by a woman with a baby and a middle-aged man dressed like a biker. None of them showed any interest in her as she picked out a soda.
    Her mind was on overdrive as she paid and made her way to her car. How had Rob and Mick survived being constantly on edge for so long, always wondering if they had a target on their backs? She’d been dealing with it for less than thirty minutes and she was a wreck. Her hands shook, and she saw a threat in every person she passed.
    Calm down. Deep breath. Cripes, she was seriously losing it.
    After several attempts to put the key in the ignition, she got her car started and rolled toward home with the windows down for fresh air. One of her favorite songs came on the radio and she turned up the volume, singing loudly to blow off steam. It was a beautiful May day, sunny and cloudless. Green fuzz softened the stark gray of the towering trees that lined the freeway, most of them still bare from winter. It was a horrible day for a funeral.
    As if there were ever a good day for one.
    She sang louder, pouring her anger and fear and hurt into every note, determined to hold back the tears that had been springing forth at a moment’s notice all week. Wind poured through the car, the rushing air and engine noises wrapping her in a cocoon that almost defused her pain.
    As she neared home, her pulse slowed and her shoulder muscles eased. Tomorrow it would all be over. She could go back to her miserable little life, pull back into her shell, and hide in the security of her boring, predictable existence.
    It sucked, but at least it was familiar and safe.
    She reveled in the thought for an entire minute, right up until she exited the freeway and spotted the gray Taurus five cars back.

CHAPTER THREE

    “O KAY , I’ M HERE . H EAD home now,” Mick said before ending the call. He thumped the steering wheel in frustration as he slowly drove through Jenna’s subdivision. She had called him twenty minutes ago to tell him that she’d picked up a tail too. He had to give her props for noticing; the girl had good instincts.
    He’d told her to