Book 4: Hiding My Identity

Sydney's POV

I couldn’t let the tattooed killer stalk me everywhere. He would know I had run away from home. With nowhere to go, I was in my most vulnerable state. No one would see if he abducted me and killed me later. I drove on towards Downtown San Diego, and he followed me.

What was his problem? Didn’t he have any work to do? I considered stopping and giving him a piece of my mind. Did he think I was underage?

‘Don’t even think about it. He’s a criminal,’ prodded my conscience.

My gaze fell on a swanky auto repair shop still open at such an odd hour.

Joe’s Auto Body Shop.

It was huge and looked decent enough. It was my only chance to give my car a new look. In my haste, I forgot about my stalker and pulled up in front of the shop. The lights were still on and I sucked in a deep breath. I had to get this done before sunrise.

As I went up to the half-closed main shutters and peered inside, someone cleared his throat behind