I'll Be Watching You. Tracy Montoya

know that guy who walked out of your store with you? Left in a taxi?”

      “Stan?” But Cardenas hadn’t even pulled up until several minutes after Stan had left.

      “He had the cab circle back and then got out on a side street,” he said. “He was watching you when I picked you up, and then he got into a blue Ford Taurus.”

      Oh, no. “But why would he get in a cab if—”

      “I lost him on that side street back there, or he probably would have followed us all the way to your house.” Those green-and-gold eyes were back on her, radiating an intensity that made her want to squirm in her seat. “Still think he’s harmless?”