In Their Footsteps / Stolen: In Their Footsteps / Stolen. Tess Gerritsen

dark alleys and even darker secrets.

      Back at the Place Vendčme, they sat for a moment in the parked car, not speaking, just sitting side by side in the gloom. We’re both exhausted, she thought. And the night isn’t over yet. I’ll have to pack Jordan’s things. A toothbrush, a change of clothes. Bring them back to the prison…

      “Then I can’t talk you into leaving,” he said.

      She looked out at the plaza, at the silhouette of two lovers strolling arm in arm through the darkness. “No. Not until he’s free. Not until we see this through to the end.”