“This one has plenty of space in the back for storage and overlooks the Woodlands Waterway.”

Ava had been on her toes, following our real estate agent around the vacant art galleries. She knew more than I pretended to know, so I stood back and allowed her to ask questions.

I’d been looking over my shoulder all morning. When we left the house, and Jones trailed me to make sure no one else did, it didn’t feel like enough.

Even the gun resting in my glove compartment ...