Sherry looked at the other man, but her eyes seemed to look over the man's shoulder and into the shadow of the trees behind him.

There was a man standing there, and the outline looked like someone he had seen before. Sherry's mind flashed with the image that the man was Nola's driver.

She couldn't help but feel the coldness in her heart, so Nola hadn't given up on killing her.

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