King’s cell phone rang, shattering the silence. He turned over in bed, squinted at the time.
Fuck. Who’s calling me at midnight?
He picked up the cell and when he saw Naomi’s number, he sat straight up in bed, instantly wide awake.
“Naomi? What’s wrong?”
“Matt.” She was crying so hard, he could barely make out what she was saying. “Matt…”
“Baby, are you hurt?”
“N – no. Well, yes. Maybe a little. I’m –” She dissolved into sobs.
“Where are you?” He got to his feet, headed for the closet. “Tell me, right now.”
“Home.”
“I’ll be right there. Hang tight, OK?”
“OK.”
“Twenty minutes. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Hurry, Matt. Please hurry.”
****
Twelve minutes later, King was standing outside her apartment. The urge to kick the door down was huge, but he fought it – whatever the
