My car was in guest parking and I headed down to the lot. I got a text and wondered if Tanner was contacting me.

Get in the gray van three positions away from your own car. Climb in the back.

Fuck! He found me again. Did this mean one of the three women at Tiffany's was my betrayer? One of my three closest friends? This place was closer to the detective agency, and rush hour traffic wasn't as bad. Perhaps they could get here quickly. I sent a fast text with my address and a description of the vehicle I was getting in, then thought of the license plate on...