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obscenities, nearly tripped and released his grip. “I’m going to kill you, bitch. I’m going to kill you. ”
    Eva held a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. She glanced in her rearview mirror and saw him running after the truck, his fist punching in the air. He finally stopped, bent over to suck in air, but took his gaze off her.
    She plowed through a stop sign at the corner and drove several blocks before she slowed and rounded a corner. For several seconds, her heart pounded in her chest and sweat trickled down her spine. As her gas gauge hovered and sometimes dipped below empty, she drove for at least two miles before daring to really release the deep breath clogged in her lungs.
    Adrenaline pumped through her veins, leaving her light-headed and, God help her, jazzed. She liked getting one over on bullies like Radford. Controlling bastards.
    Luke owed her big time for this gig. A point she’d drive home when she reported.
    She glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Nine forty-five. Good. She was ahead of schedule, but had chewed through the last of her gas. Digging in her pocket, she pulled out three rumpled one-dollar bills as she ducked into the first gas station. She pumped exactly three dollars’ worth and started the engine. The gas gauge barely registered above E, but she knew she had enough to do her for forty miles. Just enough.
    Eva got back on the beltway and headed toward Hanna’s House. She spent Monday nights at the halfway house, working as a kind of nighttime attendant/go-to gal in the shelter. Most times her shift was quiet, although she had a night when two residents got into insane arguments over television remotes or who ate the last cookie.
    She checked her watch. It was Sally’s night off, and the shelter director would need her at the house on time. Eva hated to disappoint her. In her early fifties, Sally was a modern-day hippie who loved her tie-dye shirts, silver and bead bracelets and long hair. They’d met at King’s six months ago, just days after Eva had moved back to Alexandria. Eva had been bartending, Sally had come in for a sandwich and the two had hit it off immediately. Sally had dedicated her life to helping people no one else gave a crap about, which in Eva’s book equated to big points.
    Eva glanced up and realized she’d strayed into a part of town she’d carefully avoided since her return to Alexandria. It was filled with stately brick homes, neat lawns and smooth sidewalks. Anyone would have described it as affluent, upper crust and a great place to raise kids.
    Eva should have kept moving through the neighborhood but she continued to drive deeper into the web of streets until she reached the old stone house. She’d been to this house a few times for parties. She’d been the kid on scholarship who’d not quite fit in at the private college, but Kristen Hall, the school’s reigning senior, had taken Eva under her wing and introduced her to the world of the elite. At Kristen’s house, she was cocooned from the outside world and surrounded by sweet scents, pretty dresses and glittering lights. She’d ventured into a world away from her foster care home with its noisy arguments and greasy fried food smells. Each visit to the Halls’ home fueled Eva’s belief in fairy tales and happy endings.
    Absently, Eva rubbed the scar on the back of her shoulder. God, she’d been so very wrong.
    Shaking off anger and sadness, she pushed on the gas and slowly drove away. No more memories. No more sadness. Eyes forward. She’d chanted this mantra for over a decade.
    Eva concentrated on the road ahead and the work she’d do at the halfway house tonight. The past was dead. Reaching for the radio, she turned it to a rock tune, full of words that pounded the memories from her head.
    As she drove through Alexandria and cut her way toward the halfway house in the southeastern portion of the city, her stomach grumbled and she realized she’d not eaten since breakfast. King’s