Excerpt: (from the first chapter)
Her stilettos click-clacked on the pavement.
Two blocks. It seems like two miles. Kris Devlin walked the entire distance to where she’d parked her car without once hurrying or looking over her shoulder. She had an aerosol container of pepper spray on her keychain, just in case. She kept her shoulders square and her chin up, forcing herself to maintain a steady stride in spite of the wobble in her ankles.
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