(Victoria)
My legs felt weak. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall and tried to catch my breath.
The sirens were getting closer. Red and blue lights flashed behind the buildings. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it in my throat.
My hands shook, so I shoved them in my pockets. Every few steps I looked over my shoulder, expecting to see him following me. The street stayed empty.
The FBI agents were probably still at his house. They would figure out we ran soon. Then they would start looking for both of us.
I needed to think. I needed somewhere safe to think.
There was a coffee shop three blocks away. I remembered it from when Marcus and I used to drive through this area. It was small and usually empty during the day. I could sit in the back and no one would bother me.
