Driven to Ink

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stand on my toes to see what was on the shelf.
    A wallet.
    Must have been pretty trusting.
    I snatched it down and opened it. Credit cards, a few dollar bills, and a driver’s license.
    Dan Franklin should have had his picture taken again.
    Because he was the spitting image of Ray Lucci, the guy in my trunk.
    While I was always a fan of the Rat Pack, Dean Martin wasn’t my favorite. I had a soft spot for Sammy. Maybe it’s because I have two left feet and am tone-deaf, but Sammy’s moves have always impressed me. Dino, on the other hand, was Frank’s sidekick, the amusing drunk who seemed to be along for the ride.
    It was interesting how That’s Amore was breathing new life into him.
    I stared at the picture of Dan Franklin and could totally see how Ray Lucci could pass himself off as Franklin. Who would know?
    I was about to put the wallet back when I noticed a plastic card that didn’t look like a credit card. I slid it out. An ID card from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. Laboratory Animal Care Services.
    Dan Franklin was wearing a lab coat in the picture. He looked less like Ray Lucci here.
    As I studied it, I flashed back to the rat found with Lucci in my trunk.
    Rats are lab animals, aren’t they?
    A banging startled me. Tossing the wallet back in the locker and shutting it as quietly as I could, I tried to figure out where the banging was coming from.
    It was the ladies’ room. Jeff must have been wondering where I was.
    In a few strides, I was at the door I’d come in from. I put my hand on the knob and turned it.
    But nothing happened.
    I shouldn’t have let the door close. Because it was locked. From the inside.

Chapter 13
    I twirled around and assessed my situation.
    There were two other doors. One not far from the ladies’ room door, and the one that wore the mirror across the room. I went to the closest one and opened it.
    The men’s room.
    Figures.
    How would I explain that I went into the ladies’ room and came out the men’s?
    I had to see where the other door led.
    But before I could reach it, it swung open by itself. Well, not really by itself—there was a person behind it.
    He stepped around the door and his mouth formed a small “O” when he spotted me standing next to the lockers.
    “Who are you?” he asked, his eyes skittering to the lockers and then back to me.
    He was onto me. I thought quickly. “I came here to get married, but I got cold feet and went into the ladies’ room, and I was trying sneak out so my fiancé wouldn’t find me.” Hey, sounded like a plan.
    “Happens all the time,” he said.
    Really? Interesting.
    I noticed now his resemblance to Dean Martin—and by extension Ray Lucci and Dan Franklin—but it could’ve been the wig and the tux. Maybe this was Franklin.
    He looked from me to the lockers again, a frown etched in his forehead. Being nosy wasn’t a crime, although I hoped he didn’t think I’d taken anything.
    “This way,” he said, crooking his finger at me so I’d follow.
    He didn’t believe my story. Best-case scenario: He’d kick me out and tell me never to come back. I could hear even more banging behind us as we went out into a dark hallway. I heard voices now, Jeff’s and DellaRocco’s.
    “It’s my fiancé,” I whispered. Maybe now my story would seem more credible.
    “This way,” he repeated, and we moved down the hall and turned a corner.
    The light blinded me for a second, and I blinked a few times before I realized we were going out into a back parking lot. He stopped in front of a blue Ford, unlocking it with a key fob and opening the door for me. I hesitated, and he looked at me quizzically.
    “Don’t you want to get away?” he asked.
    My dad always told me not to get into a car with a stranger. “I don’t even know you.”
    “My name’s Will Parker.” He tugged at the wig until it came off, and he tossed it into the backseat. He ran his hand through a mass of dark blond curls, and he unbuttoned the top button of

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