As I burst out the front door of the apartment building and sprinted up the sidewalk, I sensed Tarot Lady with her magical blood take off up the alley. On foot and not in my Jeep, I hoped. With the traffic zipping past on the busy street, I wouldn’t have been able to pick up the sound of the engine. Either way, she was moving fast. Had she sensed me?
“Not how I imagined my day off,” I grumbled, running faster.
When I raced around the corner, the Jeep came into view, still where I’d parked it behind the trash bin, but with the driver’s side and rear door wide open. The woman was sprinting up the alley, holding her slouch hat to her head as her big purse banged against her hip. I paused long enough to slam the doors shut—my camping gear had been rummaged through but was still there—and tor
