Michael
Christ!
Trying to ignore the pounding under my ribs, I tap off my phone, hastily dropping it into my lap and slapping both hands on the wheel as I pass a police car.
At least he knows…
James can look after himself, at least for a while.
Charlotte…
How far away am I?
At least an hour…
Shit!
I’m trying to get my foot down on the pedal but I’m moving through traffic.
The blue light drops away behind me and I fumble for my phone again, trying to tap in Charlotte’s number.
A horn blares and I swerve. The pounding in my chest turns to a bang and my fingertips tingle.
And before I can try again, the screen flashes and Ben’s ringtone plays.
That’s all I need…
Fumbling, I tap to connect. “Ben, whatever it is, I can’t.”
His voice is surly. “I called to talk to you but it’s too
