Chapter 6. Murdered
As Maria stepped out of the hospital vicinity, she moved towards the car Laura had directed her to. A black Camry was parked between two other cars, just as Laura had described.
With slightly trembling hands, she unlocked the car door, slipped into the back seat, and immediately bent over, pressing herself down to avoid being seen.
Minutes passed, each second stretching endlessly. Her heart pounded in anticipation. Then, at last, she spotted Laura walking toward the car.
"She did it!" Maria whispered in disbelief, her eyes widening. Whatever Laura had done to distract those men had worked seamlessly.
"Hey, you okay?" Laura’s voice pulled Maria out of her thoughts.
Maria quickly nodded, her mind still racing.
"So, where do you plan on going now?" Laura asked as she hopped into the driver’s seat and started the car.
"I need to get to the packhouse first," Maria replied without hesitation.
"Alright, let’s go," Laura said with a reassuring smile before stepping on the gas.
The drive was silent. Maria kept her eyes on Laura, watching the way she maneuvered the car with effortless skill. It fascinated her. Even more surprising, Laura seemed to know exactly where the packhouse was without Maria having to give her directions.
Maria’s mind, however, remained restless. Worry gnawed at her... why hadn’t Cassandra contacted her yet? Was she safe?