CHAPTER 37
AS THE CAR holding Nick drove away, I fumbled in my pocket for his phone. Call Emmy, he’d said. It made sense that he’d turn to her in a time like this—I hadn’t exactly been much help, had I?
“Now what?” Missy asked.
“I need to call Nick’s friend.”
When the screen lit up, I found it wasn’t his usual phone. That one had a picture of his Ferrari in the background, and this one was all black. Since when did Nick have two phones? As he said, there was a lot I didn’t know about him.
The cop next to me stepped forward before I could dial, and he didn’t look happy. “What are you doing?”
“Making a phone call.”
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from doing that.” Using “ma’am” gave the illusion of politeness, but he made it sound like an insult.
“I’m allowed a phone
