He pushes her into the back of the police car and takes out his cell phone to call the number on Willow’s identification.
Oh my f*****g God.
“Hello, this is detective Rogers. Do you know a Willow Masters?” he asks.
He listens for a moment.
“No, she’s fine,” he snaps. “You’ll have to come down to the police station and collect her.”
“What for?” I hear Julian asking, as clear as day through the phone.
“She’s just been caught underage in a gay nightclub.”
The blood drains from my face.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I sit in the police station waiting room feeling nauseous. A sense of dread hangs over me like a storm cloud.
I f****d up. I f****d up bad. I’m supposed to be the adult here. What a stupid mistake to make.
Why did I go inside that club? And why did Willow f
