Thayer can take care of Thayer.
Still, I hate that I’m running. I want things back to where they were, where they should be.
I check my messages when we pull into dock, and my heart swells when I see a reply from my sister.
Nicolette:
Savannah! Where are you?
I can’t hide things from my sister, but I don’t trust her not to tell her husband.
Me:
I had to leave. What is happening? Is Cosette okay? Thayer?
Nicolette:
OMG, girl. Thayer’s been arrested for the murder of the officer!!!!
My heart thumps wildly in my chest. She hasn’t answered about Cosette.
They had him framed for the murder of the officer.
No.
“Hey. Excuse me, are you going to move or what?” A grumpy middle-aged man with a bushy moustache scowls at me. I move out of his way and go to a vacated part of the lot. I scan my surroundings, looking all over the place for some kind of a threat, but I’m not Thayer or his brothers. I have no idea what I’d even be looking for.
I duck into a bathroom stall, seeking momentary safety.
Nicolette:
Where are you?
Me:
I can’t tell you. I’m safe.
Nicolette:
You have to tell me where you are. Now.
My stomach flips uneasily.
Something doesn’t feel right. Nicolette didn’t answer my question about Cosette, and she doesn’t text like this. Has Fabien taken over her phone?
I decide to test it.
Me:
I told you I’m safe. I need some time alone. Just make sure that someone takes care of Blubbers, okay?
Nicolette:
Of course. Now tell me where you are.
Anger flashes through me. I narrow my eyes at the phone.
My fish’s name is Van Gogh. Who the hell is this?
