Chapter 4
HazelLeaning against a wall, Hazel fidgeted with her phone and glanced up at the police station doors. Waiting. What was she even doing? Hanging around police stations, waiting for her alien rescuer to emerge? And then what?
She had no idea. She just wanted to talk to him, at least for a little bit. It felt important. He felt important, like they were on the cusp of something big, and she couldn’t just let that go. That fluttery, nervous feeling in her gut was worth all the awkward hanging around police stations in the world.
What if the local police found some obscure charges—or Scott and his money leaned on the chief of police—and kept him? Could they even do that? Weren’t all alien affairs considered military matters?
Hazel frowned, punching at her phone, wishing she had p
