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“That’s why you didn’t come with me.” He caught her nod out of the corner of his eye. “Is that what’s in Denver?”

“I assume so.”

“How’d you get away?”

“I don’t…know.” That pause in the middle…

“Do you remember something?”

“Yeah. Someone helped me. Someone from the outside.” She rubbed her temples.

“Don’t push it.” No need to give herself a headache.

The GPS spoke. They’d crossed into Maine and were almost to the exit.

“Why not take the information straight to the authorities?” He hit his blinker, moved into the right lane to exit. “Did you come to Maine to see your mother?”

But if she had, how had she ended up miles away from York in Shadow Cove?

“You need to call Michael and tell him we’re close.”

He wanted her to finish her story. He wanted to know everything.

But if he guessed right, she wasn’t sorry they’d arrived. Whatever else she had to say, she didn’t seem eager to tell him.

He’d get the rest of the story after they got her passport. Hopefully, they wouldn’t meet any of Keller’s thugs along the way.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Eliza felt lighter.

She’d told Sam the story—most of it, anyway—and he was still with her. Maybe not impressed, but then neither was she. How many poor decisions had she made to get herself into this mess?

She’d thought she was so strong when she ignored Mom and Jeanette’s advice. Going her own way, making her own decisions. She’d never been good at that, but she’d been trying.

Stupidly, because she’d ignored two people who loved her and had chosen to listen to—and put her faith in—two people who’d only ever wanted to use her.

She’d given them decision-making power over her life.

But she’d taken it back. One photocopy, one hidden file at a time.

Sam parked around the side of the restaurant where Michael said he’d meet them. “Not sure why Michael thinks this car will be more conspicuous than a bright red Porsche.”

“He sounded like he had a plan.”

“Yeah. Weird.”

“What does he do for a living again?”

“He sells machine parts to factories, mostly overseas.” Sam climbed out, and she did the same as a car pulled up. Not the Porsche but a dark-colored sedan. Michael rolled down his window. “Hop in.”

She appreciated the legroom in the backseat. “Hey.”

He turned toward her, eyes squinted.

She nodded, then shrugged. Trying to tell him she remembered a little. Why they were keeping this from Sam, she didn’t know, but she was certain that MC—Michael—had helped her, so she’d follow his lead.

Sam settled in the front seat. “Thanks for doing this.”