Paige’s phone buzzed with another incoming message. She wanted to believe it could be Abby, on her way over to give her the comfort she’d all but promised on the phone earlier. Even before she looked at the screen, she knew it was Jack.
Not that Jack used his own phone. No, that would be too easy. Jack was texting her from one of those cheap phones people picked up at the bodega and tossed near a barrel on their way to the T. Paige hadn’t mentioned the texts to Abby, except in passing. She knew there was no way for anyone to prove they’d come from Jack, just as she knew there was no way they could have come from anyone else.
I told you not to bother showing anywhere.
Paige put her phone down and stepped away from the kitchen table. She had a powerful urge to smash the phone, and she cou
