Page 25 of Finding Storm

“My lawyer will be in touch!” Jasper calls after me as I weave my way through the restaurant. “Oh, and I wasn’t lying about Jonny and why he was in his car that night! Just ask Jake!”

I slam out of the restaurant and get straight in my car.

I don’t even bother putting on my seat belt before I’m pulling out into traffic, cutting cars up to get in the lane I need to be in.

I ignore the sounds of car horns blaring.

Ignore everything.

The thoughts swirling around my brain.

The crushing pain in my chest.

Because I’m focused on one thing only.

And that’s the direction I’m heading in.

Straight to TMS Records.

I’m on autopilot when I pull up outside the building that houses TMS Records.

A place I love.

I wonder if I’ll love it the same after this.

I leave my car in a no-parking zone outside the entrance.

I don’t plan on staying here long. And if I get a ticket, so what?

Exiting my car, I lock it and stride up to the door. I push my way into the building. I barely even feel the cool of the AC hitting me. I’m running off pure anger.

I walk past security, barely acknowledging them, and go straight to the reception desk.

“Storm, hey.” Patty, one of the receptionists, smiles at me, and then her brow furrows when she sees my expression. I must look like thunder. “You okay?”

Patty’s worked here forever. She’s part of the TMS family.

Wonder if Jake’s lied to her too.

Not in the mood to answer, I just ask, “Is Jake here?” I can hear how stony my voice is.

If he isn’t, I’ll go wherever he is. I’m not sitting on this.

I want answers.

Patty gives me a concerned look and reaches for her desk phone. “He’s here. Not sure where though. Let me call up to his office and check.”

I wait a moment, my muscles locked up tight, rage swirling around my brain, while she speaks on the phone.

She puts the receiver back in the cradle. “He’s in studio four.”

I’m moving, heading for the stairs to take me up to the first floor, where Jake is.

I take the steps two at a time.

I turn left, ignoring everyone I pass, focused on my destination.

I stop outside the door. I can see Jake through the glass window on the door.