Chapter Twenty-two
A special type of dread settled in her stomach as she descended the stairs. There was no time to waste. She needed to get to the police station before she lost her nerve. She only had the clothes on her back, but if she took her backpack, James would know something was up.
The sound of the doorbell had heart freezing mid-step as James came from the downstairs office to open the door. A slender blonde stepped through, head tipped back and smiling into James’ face. The epitome of sophistication, her sleek hair was tied back into a neat French bun that emphasised cheekbones that could cut and eyes bluer than a spring sky. The deep red lipstick was a s***h of colour that complimented the smoky makeup on her eyes.
She wore a fashionable animal print poncho over a skinny,
