Chapter 67

I could hear Henry Smith's footsteps heading straight for the fitting room. The click of his leather shoes on the marble floor sounded loud and heavy—like they were stomping right on my chest. Out of reflex, I ducked behind Xander Lewis, clutching the back of his shirt as I curled myself up. Xander reacted faster than me—he locked the fitting room door within seconds. Someone twisted the doorknob a few times but couldn’t get in. “Sorry, sir, someone just went in to try clothes. The next fitting room over is free, feel free to use that one,” I heard the salesperson say. Then came the sound of doors opening and closing again. “You planning to stay in here forever?” Xander turned his head and shot me a look. I shook my head and whispered, “The woman Henry came with? She’s seen me before. Better to wait till they’re gone.” That finally piqued Xander’s interest. He raised an eyebrow. “Who is she?” I thought back to a month ago when Vera Clark introduced herself. I wasn’t totally sure but sa