Chase them

            Once Miss Parker might have rejoiced that her old nemesis was dead. But, as nemeses went, she preferred Raines to Jarod. It was laughable, the thought that once she had actually worked for the Centre. Now she worked against it, against Jarod. He was the Centre, after all. For once I find myself on the side of the angels, she thought dryly. But the angels don’t run for their lives.

            It was Daddy’s death that had done it. No one could ever have proven Jarod had done it, but she had known—the way he smiled that dark smile at her at the funeral. That was the day she ran, the day she made it her goal to bring down the Centre—and Jarod. He was always after her, but he wouldn’t catch her.