Chapter 3The last thing I wanted to do was get the police involved but Lola was right. I’d allowed this craziness to go on for far too long.
All I could hope for now was that there was a single cop in that damned station who would take me seriously.
“Madison Middleton?” An oddly familiar voice called my name as I sat in the waiting room of the station.
When I looked up from where I’d been playing with a loose thread on my jacket sleeve, I realised why the voice was so familiar.
It was him, the cop from the coffee shop.
He stood in the doorway with a professional air about him and yet when he recognised me his face spread into a friendly smile.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he told me as I crossed the room to join him.
“Believe me, this is the last place I expected to be toda
