Claire stayed completely still.
She kept lying there.
After a while, the man finished his call and got back in his car. He was parked diagonally across from her. Once seated, he popped open a can of soda and started sipping — real casual-like.
Looked normal on the surface.
Coincidence? Leaving Cloudmere in the dead of night three days ago, and now returning at the same time?
Yeah, no. Claire wasn’t buying it.
Half an hour passed — she didn’t leave, neither did he.
That confirmed it.
Now the big question — who sent him?
Could it be a hired killer sent by the Morgan family?
If he was, then what had he been waiting for these past three days?
Claire’s mind was racing with questions.
She wasn’t sure what move to make.
Should she call the cops?
But tha
