Jerica decided then and there that their first stop would be to see his mother. If anyone could yank Jared back to his senses, it was her. That woman had a knack for cutting through his stubbornness like no one else. Jerica just hoped she could convince him to make the visit.
Leaning against the pillar, Jerica's eyes scanned the bustling street outside the office. The usual mundane scenes played out—people rushing, cars honking, a distant dog barking. Nothing seemed out of place, not that she expected snipers in the bushes or shadowy figures lurking. We're not that important, she reassured herself, though the thought didn't soothe her completely.
Still, something did catch her eye. At the edge of the staircase, a bush rustled. Her gaze locked onto it, her instincts sharpening. The movement was subtle, but there was definitely someone there.
A moment later, a head popped up. Jerica's stomach flipped when she recognized the woman. Harold's stalker.
