Faithless: A Jane Doe Thriller Audiobook

Warnick stopped at the motel with the engine running. I sat next to him, nursing my broken hand. He’d come as soon as I called. No questions. No excuses. Couldn’t ask for more…

It was late when I reached John’s cabin. This time when I stopped for clothes and supplies, I purchased mescal. For the last hundred miles, I relived Stella’s death…

I awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. The fire had long gone out, leaving the room chilly. Raul was in the kitchen, as usual. I wondered what his life would’ve been like if he hadn’t gotten mixed up with criminals…

It was almost lunchtime when I contacted Karen Rothberg. The call went to voicemail on the first ring. Raul had gone out for supplies. The man was determined to win me over with food. The fact that it was working I would take to the grave…

My plan was to stay one more night before returning to LA. But after speaking with Karen, I wanted to get moving. We drove down to the lake and hiked near the shore…

After dropping off the rental car, we headed south toward LA. We’d made it through Tejon Pass—Angelenos call it The Grapevine . In Gorman, I started watching for drones…

A crapload of Starbucks stores surrounded the police station. Worried about Zeddemore finding me again, Packard drove us across the freeway to Andante Coffee on Grand…

I took Sunset all the way and made it to Bel Air in less than an hour. When I arrived, I found two Serbians guarding the gates. One was the smartass I’d met the last time I was here…

I stared at the Serbian, unsure whether to leave or stay and listen. He poured himself a drink—vodka neat. Grabbing a chair, he sat across from us…

The rendezvous point was a vacant lot on North Evergreen near the cemetery. We arrived in the black Escalade Babić had provided. V wasn’t there yet…

Glaring at the hacker, I coughed up every obscenity I could think of. Then into my mic, “Are you sure that’s the right room?”…

A voice in my head screamed Get out of the city! If I could make it to a freeway going north, I’d hole up somewhere and regroup. Find another way to end Zeddemore…

Griselda let me sleep for most of the day. My dreams were intense. Filled with false memories of a firefight in Afghanistan that never was…

I spent all the next day with Lily. After a breakfast of Belgian waffles decorated with M&M’s—not the red ones—I drove her to her riding lesson and watched her jump a series of oxers like a pro…

Music and credits.