Kelli Jordan was on the last lap of her run. The Marcona High School running track was open to the public, and she always took advantage of it. Today, she probably should have run inside on the treadmill, but that wasn’t her style. Kelli increased her speed, glancing down at her sports watch. The former Marine Corps Officer, and lanky college athlete, wouldn’t let a little ice and cold weather keep her from her daily ritual. She turned the final bend and finished strong. A quick glimpse of the watch had her time recorded at nine minutes and forty-six seconds. Pretty damned good, for a thirty-something year old, she thought.
She slowed to a brisk walk and pulled off her thermal ski mask. Her long black hair spilled out as she rubbed a gloved hand through it briskly. Okay, now it’s cold. Kelli walked off the track and headed for the snow covered parking lot. She opened the door to the gray Lumin and noticed the digital pager in the cup holder flashing red. I’m on vacation. She forcefully grabbed the annoyance and looked at the number. End of vacation. Kelli grabbed her cell from her coat on the passenger seat. She dialed the number, and a man answered before the second ring.
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