“Nick. Should we call the police?”
“No!”
Alarmed at his violent outburst, she put her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “All right dear. I’m sorry.”
“It’d been different, if those men weren’t after me. I’d call the police if they weren’t dogging my tracks. I’d turn myself in just to find out what the hell’s going on.”
“Me too,” she said softly.
At first he didn’t catch the meaning behind her words, then he blinked. “What?” He asked.
“The car, the black one. It followed me to work this morning.” She paused, then added, “It didn’t follow me home though.”
Nick slammed the paper to the floor, his lean jaw muscles knotted in anger. “That settles it,” he snapped. “I can face whatever I’m mixed up in, but there’s no earthly reason why you should be subjected to it! I’ll have to get out!”
Beth threw herself into his arms, the ever
ready tears welling in her eyes. “No, Nick,” she pleaded. “Whatever it is, we’ll fight it. We’ll make out, but darling, don’t leave me again!”