Pretend You Don't See Her [antikvár]

Later Lacey tried to find comfort in the thought that even ifshe had arrived seconds earlier, rather than being in time to help she would have died with Isabelle.But it didn't happen that way. Using the f(ey she had been given as realtor, she had entered the duplex apartment on East Seventieth Street and called Isabelle's name in the exact instant that Isabelle screamed "Dont !" and a gunshot rang out.Faced with a split-second decision to run or to hide, Lacey slammed the apartment door shut and slipped quic\ly into the hall closet. She had not even had time to fully close that door before a sandy-haired, well-dressed man came running down the stairs. Through the narrow opening she could see his face clearly, and it became imprinted on her mind. In fact, she had seen it before, only hours ago. The expression was now viciously cold, but clearly this was the same man to whom she had shoum the apartment earlier in the day: affable Curtis Caldwellfrom Texas.From her vantage point she watched as he ran past her, holding a pistol in his right hand and a leather binder under his left arm. He flung open the front door and ran out of the apartment.