I remember looking for my clothing in the morning and being told they were at a cleaning service. But him bringing them here?

"Ms. Sanders, this way."

"How do you even—never mind," I said, following the man I found at the door. I figured he was the assistant. Of course, he knew my name. If they found my address, my name must have been the first thing they looked for.

We got to a black Jeep, and he opened the door for me to get in. Now, given how powerful this man appeared, I imagined he ...