Nia paced to the clock. Something’s wrong. She stared at her phone. She gripped her stomach, as a wave of nausea sent a cold shiver up her spine. She thumbed through to Jake’s name and pressed the green button. No answer. She gripped the phone tight at her side and paced to the bookshelf. She traced her footsteps back to the clock and turned around. She checked her phone again. She dialed the number.
“Hello?” A quiet voice answered.
“Hi. Finally,” she said, taking a deep breath.
“Oh. Hey.”
“Have you heard anything?”
“Yep. The DA threw out the case.”
Her heart leapt from her chest. She threw her fist into the air. “Whoooohooo!”
“Uh yeah,” Jake chuckled. “Close call.”
“Oh my god, yes.” She threw her head back and smiled. “Thank God, Jake. Thank God it’s over.”
“Yep.”
“Yes,” she sai
