Here we go. Chapter Nineteen. (Need a refresher? Reread Chapter Eighteen here.) CHAPTER NINETEEN I stood in the hotel hallway with my mouth open. Mark offered something that looked like a half-wave. Weston reached out a hand toward me. “Please, Ms. Blair, come in. We’ll explain everything.” I ignored him, staring jagged, rusty daggers at Mark. His face was unreadable, but it seemed he’d gotten over the shock of seeing me.
Dead Ringer: Chapter Nineteen
Dead Ringer: Chapter Nineteen
Dead Ringer: Chapter Nineteen
Here we go. Chapter Nineteen. (Need a refresher? Reread Chapter Eighteen here.) CHAPTER NINETEEN I stood in the hotel hallway with my mouth open. Mark offered something that looked like a half-wave. Weston reached out a hand toward me. “Please, Ms. Blair, come in. We’ll explain everything.” I ignored him, staring jagged, rusty daggers at Mark. His face was unreadable, but it seemed he’d gotten over the shock of seeing me.