Chapter 83: Yvonne

Thursday. Grimaldi Place, Chevy Chase, MD.

THE ONLY THING YVONNE had ever snuck out of was a party. If she'd known giving her parents, the slip was so easy she might have tried it a few times growing up. Too bad today's excursion wasn't about having illicit fun.

She tugged at the seatbelt across her chest.

Melody hadn't yet said a word to her, but the professional veneer had rubbed off a bit. She kept glancing at her phone, the rearview mirror. Her anxiety was going to rub off on Yvonne.

"Are we sure they won't have seen me get in the car?" she asked.

"It'll look like you went for a walk. When they can't get you back on camera, they'll call you and you can tell them you went back to the house. Your tracking device will support that claim. They'll spend the rest of the day doing tests to figure out the blind spot we don't have."

"Oh." Yvonne slid down in her seat a little bit. "Thank you for doing this."

The bubble of tension in the car seemed to pop and Melody glanced