Chapter 52

• Not-so-friendly Competition
• Maverick I’ve been avoiding Hackett Street for the most part, but today I’m on autopilot as I take my morning run. Instead of bypassing the street, I make a right onto it. I’m about to adjust course when I spot a black BMW parked in front of Clover’s place with an out-of-state license plate.
• I slow to a stroll as I approach her driveway and notice a man standing in the middle of it. Another two steps and Clover appears. She’s dressed in a pair of black pants, a white blouse, and the mint-green cardigan she’s so fond of. Her hair still hangs loose around her shoulders.