Chapter 4

Just as I was about to resume my panicked search, the man reappeared, accompanied by a harried-looking tournament official. The official was carrying a folded white tennis dress.

"Ms. Barlow," the official said, "we keep emergency attire for situations like this. It's tournament standard, but it should fit."

I took the dress with shaking hands. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

The official nodded. "Mr. Lane was quite insistent." She glanced at my mysterious helper with what looked like a mixture of respect and intimidation before hurrying away.

Mr. Lane. The name triggered something in my memory, but I was…