Chapter 17

• A few of them glanced in her direction, from talking by their vehicles, one of which was slightly different from the other two. Four in uniforms and two in suits—a man and a woman. In a heartbeat, their gaze changed from curiosity to animosity. A couple too many people for a simple patrol; this was serious.
• “Danica Galant?” the man in the suit strode forward, in front of the headlights. Behind him, all of them drew their guns.
• Likewise, her hand reached for hers before she reminded herself that being armed in front of the uniformed people was not the wisest decision.