“I’m sorry, B. I need you to come and get me.”
Shit.“Jack. Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“I wouldn’t call if I could ask anyone else, you know that.”
“Or how about don’t get yourself in these situations, and you wouldn’t have to call at all,” I respond dryly. “Time’s up, Peters. Get off the phone.”
“Annabelle.” He rarely uses my full name, so I know I have no choice.
“I’ll be right there,” I mutter.
Then the line goes dead.
* * *
I wave my hand dramatically, trying to get the attention of the dismissive policewoman so I can finally get out of this dreaded place…for the second time this week.
“Hello, I’m here to pick up my husband,” I call again, yet I’m completely ignored.
She types away on her keyboard, not lifting her head to look at me even once, before she finally says, “You and all the others. Sit. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
I’m in no mood to deal with this nonsense.
“You see, that won’t do. John Porter called in a favor, and my husband is ready now and will not wait another minute back there in that cell.”
Don’t fuck with me today, lady.
She finally lifts her head, eyeing me suspiciously, then huffs loudly, visibly annoyed. She doesn’t say a word as she picks up her phone and makes the call.
Of course, hearing me mention John’s name, she knows I mean business.
He’s my best friend Sadie’s driver, and his brother is the chief superintendent.
I hate to throw his name around… actually, who am I kidding? That’s a lie. I’ll use all the help I can get to make this process move along more efficiently.
The sad thing is she doesn’t even have to ask who I’m here for.
Lately, I’ve been a frequent visitor.
The side door opens with a loud click, and I rush to the exit to get out of here as quickly as possible. Something about being here freaks me out, especially at this time in the morning.
I don’t look back when I hear him creeping up behind me. I’m fucking livid. He knows today is a big day for me.
Though, I suddenly have a vision that it’s not who I think, and that a strange man is following behind me instead, so I turn quickly to make sure.
Yup. Even though the sky is dark and the stars are dull, I can see clearly.
It’shim. The major pain in my arse.
My “husband” and best friend’s brother,Jackson Peters.
I shake my head at my unfounded paranoia. I need to cool it with the missing people documentaries I’ve been watching lately. They’re fucking with my head.
The other day I was sure my taxi driver was trying to kidnap me, so much so that I made him pull over in the pouring rain with no umbrella while I was on my way to a meeting.
“You mad, B?” Jackson calls from behind me.
I don’t answer.
