What does she mean that it wasn’t her?
It was definitely J’s lips and J’s body. Who else kissed me?
The elevator doors open, and people jostle out, breaking my concentration.
“Is that Finn Cross?” someone whispers.
I duck my head and get on the elevator. As I’m going up, Ren calls me back.
“What the hell happened?” I hiss.
“Someone called security before we could,” Ren whispers. “As soon as they came up, every light in the hospital flashed upwards, putting the two women under a spotlight. We got away before they swarmed the place.”
“What?” I jerk my gaze to the red numbers changing on screen.
“Who called them?” It wasn’t Dr. Kenji. He’s still with J.
“I don’t know.”
“Are the guards still there?”
“No, they took the targets. I heard one of them saying the police were on their way,” Ren admits. “The slimmer one screamed that she was innocent, but the guard warned her they had a recording of her admitting to a crime.”
A recording? How did the security guards magically get a recording?
The whole thing feels easy.
Too easy.
Almost like someone choreographed every move.
Realization dawns, and I let out a short laugh of disbelief.
Dr. Kenji knew exactly what medicine to use on J. He didn’t want me to interrogate Gina at all. Healready knewwhat to do because J told him.
The security guards had already been alerted too.
Maybe even the police got a scheduled call.
I lift my phone, putting it all together. This email that was sent automatically to me was a mere cog in the machine, a step in a sequence, meticulously planned by J. How did she get all this done on the journey between Mrs. Codd’s trailer and the hospital?
I think back to the night J programmed the showers to go off in the bathroom.
This building is hers—not legally, but digitally. She’s been secretly taking control of the security cameras, maintenance schedules, and climate control.
“She’s psychotic,” I mutter even as my pants tighten.
The Jinx Paradox at play.
I hit the button, so the elevator takes me back downstairs to the five-foot-one mastermind I’m pretty sure I’m either going to murder… or marry.
Chapter Sixty-Two
J
My eyes burst open, and I look up into a pitch-black sky.
Am I flying?
