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different she’d become because she was once an aggravatingly independent young woman who visited him often with his niece from college. She’d never admit it but he knew in his heart of hearts that this new aspect of her character, vulnerability, was an annoyance to her.
    “Need some help?” he asked, wanting to do something other than just standing by idly watching her. She hesitated, glancing toward the door. He could read her thoughts. The sooner they got out of here the better, so he began moving toward the front door. Instead after having a second thought he asked, “Why don’t I make sure your bags are situated in the trunk of the car?”
    “Okay, but let me help you with that,” she said, moving to follow him in the opposite direction toward the garage. Willie didn’t know what was going on but upon opening the door to the garage they found her car was missing. Maybe she had changed her plans; he’d prayed she hadn’t. So he asked, “Where’s your car? What’s going on?”
    Destiny glanced into the garage and that’s when Willie saw a slight frown, which caused her brows to arch. Something about this situation seemed to have disturbed her. “He took my car. I can’t believe he took it.” He knew from the tension in her voice that she was perturbed. He understood because he’d felt that way on several occasions it was as if every devil in hell was waging a war against you.
    “What do you need me to do?” He asked with anxiousness and concern, willing to do anything she needed.
    “I’ve already taken care of all the necessities, and if he hasn’t taken his extra set of keys, I’ll take his car and make the switch,” she answered him as she rummaged through a drawer in the kitchen. Pulling them out she turned to him with relief written on her facial expression.
    “So do you think he suspects anything?”
    “I doubt it. I know he’ll be drinking with his friends for a couple of hours, but if he is inebriated enough, maybe he won’t check the trunk alerting him that something fishy may be going on.”
    “Then we need to hurry.” He picked up her purse, watching her closely.
    She was hesitating, nibbling on her lower lip. Something he knew she did often when she was nervous. Please, God, let us be able to get h er out of here safel y .
    “Destiny, let’s get out of here; there is not much time left.” It was then that he saw she’d processed every detail of what he was saying because her face suddenly changed from one of defeat to determination; it seemed to pull her back to reality. Looking over at the SUV that he never allowed her to drive, she moved toward it. Getting in, she put her keys in the ignition. He followed and got in on the passenger’s side. After he closed the door, she started the engine, and they were on their way.
    Twenty minutes later, falling rain pelted the SUV with big drops, and it was impossible to see more than a few inches ahead. The traffic had slowed to a crawl in order for everyone to navigate the streets safely in the rain. As she drove, he noticed other vehicles had completely stopped. That was not an option for them. Destiny stated earlier that she knew where he was, and that she was going to stop at the restaurant and make the switch with the car, he would then drive her car to the South Carolina port as they had planned so that it could be shipped to Seattle.
    Turning into Charlie’s Bar and Grill, he saw the full parking lot. He heard her take a deep calming breath; he assumed it was because there were no visible people outside. After pulling up to her car she got out and he followed suit. They both were careful not to make any unnecessary noise. Checking the trunk to make sure he had not seen the suitcase was their first objective. After a quick inspection, he closed the trunk as easily as he could without being seen or heard. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a lone figure approaching. Bending down, they pretended to be looking for something on