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deepened. “It was still in the box it came in. Until yesterday, anyway. Why does it matter?”
    Sam’s brows went up. “Still in the box? Did you buy it for yourself?”
    “No. It was a gift.”
    “From?”
    Meredith bit back another of her own questions. “Tamara. But you’re not telling me—”
    “She gave you a gift?” he interrupted. “Recently?”
    “Two days ago. Like I said, we hadn’t spoken in months and then this box turned up...” She trailed off with a shrug.
    “You haven’t spoken in months, but she sent you a necklace out of the blue and you didn’t think to question it?”
    “She’s my sister and it was my birthday, okay? And...”
    “And what?”
    She shook her head. She had to admit, she’d been a little surprised to receive the necklace. It wasn’t her style. And more importantly, it wasn’t Tamara’s style. Meredith had considered calling her sister when the necklace arrived but never got around to it. Now she really wished she had.
    “Meredith?” Sam persisted.
    “Nothing. Has anyone ever told you, you sound like a cop?”
    “A few people,” he replied drily.
    She frowned. “Speaking of cops...”
    “No.”
    “ No what?”
    “We can’t wait for them or assume they’ll get to us before the guy in the sedan does.”
    “Does that mean you’re going to tell me why you’re following me around and asking me questions about Tamara?”
    He smiled grimly, and with a quick yank that burned Meredith’s skin a little, Sam tore the pendant clean off.
    “Hey! You can’t do that!”
    But any further protest died in Meredith’s throat as the blue-eyed man set the necklace on his knee and pulled a Swiss Army knife from his boot, then used it to dig in behind the large, black stone that formed the charm’s focal point. One sharp push and the stone flew off. And underneath it sat a microcamera.
    “What the hell!” Meredith exclaimed.
    “What the hell, indeed,” he murmured, then met her eyes. “I think we can agree that Tamara didn’t send you this.”
    Meredith swallowed. “Yes.”
    “Does your sister have any enemies?”
    “Enemies? Lots of people don’t like her program, but enemies?” She shook her head. “What’s going on, Sam?”
    In reply, he held the necklace up for a second, examined the camera once more, then placed it on the dashboard and smashed it with the handle of his knife.
    “What’s going on is that I need to get you out of here.” He shoved the damaged piece of equipment into his pocket. “Quickly.”
    “You think I’m leaving with you without more of an explanation of who you are and how you knew someone was spying on me?” Meredith knew her fear was making her defensive, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
    “Do you see a better option?”
    “No, but—”
    “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not giving you a choice, and I don’t have time to give you an explanation.”
    “What’re you going to do? Drag me by my hair?”
    He eyed her hair like he was seriously considering it, then shook his head. He barely managed to open his mouth, though, before a ping echoed through the air, followed by a sharp crack. Sam’s eyes flew to the windshield, and Meredith followed his gaze with wide-eyed horror. A flattened piece of metal had buried itself in the glass directly in line with Sam’s head.
    It only took a second for Meredith to figure out what it was.
    A bullet.
    Sam confirmed it a moment later. “The glass is only bulletproof-ish, apparently. I should probably ask for a refund.”
    He was making jokes ? While someone shot at them? Was he completely insane? But when Meredith met his eyes, she saw that his face was deadly serious. And under that, he was worried. She could see it in the pinch in the corner of his eyes.
    He was trying to reassure me, she realized.
    For a weird second, she appreciated the gesture. It even helped her—a little—to recover from the fear making her heart thump against her rib cage. Then a second ping rang