Honeymoon

Chapter 34

NORA HADN’T DRIVEN very far before the irritating, nagging feeling got the better of her. Right in the middle of the road, alongside Trump National Golf Course, she threw the Benz into a tire-screeching, 180-degree turn—the steering wheel spinning like a carnival wheel in her hands. If she hurried, she thought, she could still catch up to him.

There’s something funny about Craig Reynolds.

And it has nothing to do with his sense of humor.

Nora stepped on the gas and quickly began to retrace the route she’d taken from Connor’s house. Down one narrow tree-lined street and then another she sped, swerving to pass a sluggish Volvo along the way. A little farther down, an older lady walking her cocker spaniel administered a disapproving stare.

For a brief moment, Nora second-guessed herself. Was she just being paranoid? Was this really necessary? But the nagging feeling proved stronger than any lingering doubt. She stepped harder on the gas. She was almost there.

What the…?

Nora slammed on the brakes.

She’d reached the corner of Connor’s street and had to do an immediate double take. The black BMW was still there. Craig Reynolds hadn’t left.

Why not? What is he doing now?

She shifted into reverse and backed in along the curb by some overgrown hedges and pine trees. They came in handy, shielding most of her car while still providing a decent view of his. From that distance, however, Craig Reynolds himself was barely a silhouette. Nora squinted. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked as though he was talking on his cell phone.

Though not for long. Within a minute, the taillights of his BMW flared amid a sputtering of smoke from the muffler. The Insurance Man was finally leaving.

Nora had no idea where he was going, only that she had every intention of finding out. The plan to surprise Jeffrey up in Boston had been usurped by a new plan.

It was called Getting to Know the Real Craig Reynolds.