Chapter 29

Tommy

Even though Tommy doubted the assassin would strike in a Cajun restaurant or in public, adrenaline coursed through his body when he noticed an old Jeep from the last road pull into the parking lot.

Their table was at the rear of the restaurant, and when the Jeep crept past the window, his senses sharpened. That was the same jeep from earlier. Green with New York license plates.

He shook his head. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Whoever wanted to kill Ruby and him was obviously an amateur. It should take him days to find out where they went unless he was some super hacker and traced their flight records. Still, the anxiety humming through him wouldn't stop. Even though the food was delicious, he only ate half of his blackened chicken.

"Not as good as the original place?" Ruby nodded to his plate.

"It's fine, just not that hungry." He asked for a to-go box and noticed Ruby's hands shaking when she lifted her glass of iced tea. "You okay?"