CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Connie’s cellphone rang as soon as she got into her house. She answered without looking at the screen. “Grayson?”
“Hello, Connie.”
She threw back her shoulders. “Tyler.”
“Ah, so you know who I am.”
“You’re Garfield Larose’s younger brother.”
“Bravo.” He cackled. “You’ve figured it out. Time for your next mission.”
“No. Where is Celice? We’re not doing this anymore.”
“Wow.” He sounded as if he were sucking his lip. “You know it’s Celice too?”
“Wasn’t hard to guess. Where is she?”
“This is the last leg of the race, Connie. When we finally meet.” He moaned into the phone. “Don’t you want that? Aren’t you as curious about me as I am of you?”
She clenched her teeth. “I’d love to meet you. Where are you?”
“Closer than you think.”
Someone grabbed her from behind a
