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the week. He’d have to move quickly and get her into the car before she

knew what was happening. The timing would be crucial.
Should he follow her, now the audition was finished, and for the

rest of the week? Just to be on the safe side? He didn’t really need to do
anything more until Friday, but after all this planning . . . Better play

safe but keep well out of sight.

* * *

Later that evening, Rachel hurried home to the two-bedroom

apartment that she and her roommate Vanessa rented not far from the
burger bar. She was climbing the stairs to their apartment when the

shadows cast in the stairwell by the lights on each landing prompted
her to recall the earlier incident. The excitement of being put on a

shortlist had made her forget. Just as well, she reckoned, otherwise she
would have been as nervous as hell again on the way back from work,

forever looking over her shoulder. Even thinking about it now made
her run up the remaining steps to her front door to quickly let herself

in. The door led straight into the main room of the apartment, off
which all other areas were accessed.

“That you, Rae?” Vanessa’s voice drifted in from the bathroom.
“How did it go?”

“Hey, Ness. I’m on the shortlist.”
“Really?” Vanessa’s head popped around the side of the bathroom

door. She’d obviously had a shower and washed her hair, which was
now wrapped in a towel that was about to fall off, but she caught it in

time and quickly secured it back in place. “That’s good,” she muttered,
quietly.

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