The Wrong Man

55

“Lightner,” I said into my cell phone, once I was back inside my car. “Get over to the law firm. Someone just tried to kill me. Shauna and Bradley and Marie are sitting ducks over there.”

“Jesus, what the hell happened?”

“Can’t talk now. Just get over there. I’ll see you soon.”

I punched out the phone and dialed Tori’s cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Tori, it’s Jason. Where are you?”

“I’m at my condo. I’m working on an Internet search-”

“Listen, you still have that gun you used five years ago?”

She was silent for a moment. “What kind of a question is-”

“You could be in danger,” I said. “Lock your door and don’t let anyone in. They saw you with me yesterday at Summerset Farms. They just tried to kill me, and you could be next. I’ll be there in less than half an hour. Okay?”

“Okay, sure. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“What about everyone else? Shauna and the others?”

“I just talked to them. They’re still at our office. Joel’s going over there.”

“Maybe I should, too.”

That wasn’t a bad idea. Keep us all together. “Can you get to your car safely?”

“I-sure. My condo building’s secure. We have a doorman, and the garage is underground. You’d have to go through the lobby to get to it.”

“That doesn’t fill me with confidence, Tori.”

“It’ll be fine,” she promised. “I’ll leave right now. I’ll go straight to the law firm.”

“I don’t know…”

“I think you’re being paranoid,” she said. “Why would someone want to kill me?”