“You're just being paranoid,” she told herself as the driver opened the door. She wished she'd remembered to bring her sunglasses with her in the limo, but they were packed in her bag. She felt very exposed all of the sudden.
She stepped to the side and opened up her carry-on bag from the trunk. She wanted the sunglasses for the quick walk to their plane. She had a horrible sensation that something was about to happen. She needed to hide.
“Are you okay?” Dylan asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.
“I just need some sunglasses,” she replied. She couldn't find them. They had to be in the bag somewhere.
“Okay. We can wait,” he replied. “Do you want mine?”
"No, that's okay, I'll find them in just a second," she replied digging further into her bag. Her fingers felt the curve of plastic, and she sighed with relief as she pulled them out. They were big and mirrored and perfect for hiding her face.
She turned to grin at Dylan when she noticed someone standing directly behind him. At first, he looked like just another traveler on his way to a plane. He wore a dark polo shirt and was putting his phone into his pocket. He pulled a small suitcase behind him.
He checked to make sure his phone was safe and looked up and directly at her. Recognition glowed in his eyes. She saw the scar on his cheek.
He had been at the fire. He knew who she was.
Their eyes met, and the man grinned. He pulled his phone back out, hit a button, and she could read his lips.
“I found her.”
“Dylan,” she whispered. She grabbed at his arm, forcing him to turn, but the man was already gone.
“What? What am I looking for?” Dylan asked. “Are you okay? You're shaking?”
“He was there,” she whispered. “He was at the fire. I saw him.”
Dylan's face went hard. He motioned to security, but Bonnie knew it was too late.
Security swarmed around her, but it didn't matter. The damage was already done.
They'd found her. They'd seen her with Dylan, and she knew a simple Google search would lead them right to Silver Springs. Dylan wasn't in hiding, so it would be easy enough to locate him. Hell, all they had to do was ask at Sandy's for him.
She suddenly regretted not being more careful. She should have taken more precautions. She should have stayed hidden.
“It'll be okay,” Dylan told her, guiding her toward the plane. “Security is on it. You don't have to worry.”
She let him take her onto the plane. She felt numb all over. She had hidden successfully for weeks now. If she had just walked to the plane without the stupid sunglasses, the man would have never seen her. They would have missed each other by seconds.
Instead, she had failed her brother.
She sat down in the soft leather chairs but didn't feel comfortable. She was clammy and hot and cold at the same time. Her stomach threatened to expel her breakfast.
They had found her.
Chapter 32
Bonnie
The plane ride home was miserable. Bonnie alternated between terror and passive fear the entire flight home. She didn't have a plan. She wasn't sure what she was going to do now. She wasn't sure what the next steps were.
She needed to call Detective Patton. Dylan's security team never found the man with the scar at the airport, but she was sure she'd seen him. She was sure it wasn't just her imagination playing tricks on her. He'd seen her with Dylan.
It wouldn't be difficult to ask whose private jet was on runway three and then to do a simple Google search for the location of Dylan Abbott. It was common knowledge where he was working.
Dylan's car sped along the highway as they returned to the ranch. She stared out the window, not really seeing the mountains or the building storm.
In her mind's eye, she could see the Trio already booking flights and renting big, black, scary SUVs with tinted windows that they could snatch her up off the street with. She could see them finding her at Sandy's and taking her and her hamburger back to New Jersey to silence her brother.