Driving home, I thought about our close brush with death. Only a few inches were the difference between getting hit with a bullet in the chest and escaping without a scratch. Thanks to Stan, it was the latter.
There was no doubt in my mind that the person who took two shots at me was the same person who kidnapped Hannah. But if they were following me, where was Hannah?
It must mean she couldn't be too far from the Roundhouse. A kidnapper wouldn't have left her too far from where he was looking for me. I knew I had to tell Ed and Marcus my theory. They could check out places in a close radius to the club.
The fact that I hadn't detected being followed, however, also disturbed me.
How did the kidnapper know I was going to be at the club? I hadn't told anyone, and I hadn't noticed anyone following my car.
Looking in the rear view mirror, I made sure we weren't being tailed.
