CHAPTER 51
NICK’S PORSCHE SPED through the night towards my apartment, or rather, what was left of it. I gripped his hand in my lap as I tried to process the night’s events. My stalker was gone, as were most of my belongings and my home. I should have felt devastated, horrified even, but all that spread through me was an overwhelming sense of relief.
It was over.
Everyone I cared about was safe.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes. I thought I wouldn’t be, but I am. And you’re sure Emmy’s not hurt?”
“She broke a nail on the climb. Bitched like hell about it over the radio.”
“A nail? That’s it?”
“That’s it; I promise.”
As we got closer to my apartment building, the sky lit up like a macabre disco, orange from the dying flames with tinges of blue and red from the emergency services vehicles that
