Chapter 18
I made a phone call to my psychic-ghost-talking sister, Faith, and asked if she could clear her schedule and explained the favor I needed. She was the one who most resembled me. My other sisters were blondes with blue eyes, and Faith and I were the opposite, dark brown hair with greeneyes.
I pulled up in front of her house and glanced in the rearview mirror, surprised to discover the vehicle I’d lost ten miles back had caught up with me again. The fact that he was on my sister’s street and down the road confirmed my suspicion without having to look underneath the car and give up the illusion thatI was a clueless ninny.
The door opened as soon as I reached Faith’s porch. My sister ushered me inside. When the door was closed, she moved to the curtain, and I had to stop her from looking outside.
“Is he following you?”
“Yeah, he’s got a tracker on the car. I confirmed it when I lost him in town and he picked me up again right before I got here.”
Faith clapped her hands together. “This will be so much fun.”
Faith had clothes ready for me to change into. Clothes similar to what she’d been wearing—a big flowery skirt I’d normally never be caught dead wearing, along with a tight tank top and asilky scarf to hang over my shoulders.
I didn’t dress like this. Ever. Where Faith was a flower child at heart, I enjoyed dressing more casually. A good pair of jeans and a gun with a holster and I’d be good to go. I headed into the bathroom to change, but I kept my gun tucking it into the skirt’s waistband.
I walked out and tossed her the clothes I’d worn. “Are you sure you can do this?”
“All I have to do is drive a couple hours from here and spend the day shopping. I might eat dinner at a restaurant and spend the night at a hotel. That should keep this guy busy for a while until he realizes what we’ve done.”
Faith disappeared into the bathroom and changed into my clothes. When she emerged, one look and I knew we could pull this off. I tossed her my keys. “My purse is in the car, along with my credit cards should they be tracking my accounts.”
“My stuff is on the kitchen table if you need it. There’s an envelope of cash.”
“Cash? No one uses cash anymore.”
“I require it in my line of work.”
I could only imagine what Max would say if he were here. I doubt anything I could do would surprise him. The thought made me grin.
“I need to know who’s tracking me. Is everything else good to go?”
“Miss Wilma has probably already memorized the license plate number. She’ll pop over as soon as I leave.”
“You ever want to give up the psychic thing, you can make a career at FDG.”
“Heck no, I don’t want to be a spy. I enjoy talking to the ghosts, most of the time.”
“Only most of the time?”
She shrugged.
I peered between the curtains without moving them from their place. The car down the road was still there, the outline of a man inside. “Are you ready?”
“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got this,” Faith said as she headed for the door.
I stayed out of sight and watched from the peephole as she crossed the street. She didn’t even look toward the trailing car. She kept her face angled away from him so all he saw was a woman who looked like me, same haircut, same clothes. We were about to find out how good the guy really was.
She turned the ignition, revved the engine, glanced once more in my direction, and then took off down the road. I grinned and watched as the car zoomed down the street trying to catch her. “Not observant at all. I guess that answers that question.”
I chuckled and grabbed the money off my sister’s table just as the doorbell rang. I peeked out the curtains to find Miss Wilma already waiting nervously on the porch. She had her poodle clutched beneath her arm and was wearing a purple jogging outfit with a wide-brimmed hat.
I pulled the door open. “You’re fast.”
Miss Wilma hurried inside and shut the door behind her as if someone waswatching her. “Your sister never asks me for help, so Iwas surprised when she did. I was moresurprised to find out it involved you. It’s not like you to bring danger to our neighborhood. Especially to Faith’s house.”
I lifted my brow. “Is that what you think I did?”
