By Angela Cameron
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If she went there, wouldn’t it be giving in? God, she was weak. If she had any nerve, she’d call Wil back and tell him she’d make it just fine without his help. She mashed the pound sign, then one and Kayla’s number dialed itself across her cell display. With only one digit difference between their numbers, she should have been able to dial it in her sleep. Somehow, Aly didn’t come equipped to dial and drive, at least not without running off the road. Maybe it was lack of coordination Half way through the first ring, Kayla’s voice answered, “Aly.
Give me her number and I’ll call her. ” “Then you call her. ” “All right, geeze. ” She glanced at the phone, trying to will him patience, and then stuck it back to her ear. “Oh. I’ve got to stop for gas. ” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine. ” Wil laughed came quick and sharp. ” Aly rolled her eyes. It wasn’t like Hayden was dripping with dirty cops. They might come for her, but not while she was pumping gas, and not this fast. “Okay, Wil. ” She clicked the phone shut, and then flipped it open again.
He’d bought off the cops. Of course. That explained the Detective’s reaction. How could she have been so stupid? A corpse-cold hand grabbed her chin. Her eyes popped open to the sight of a row of pointed teeth smiling down at her. This close, she could see him clearly. He was a few inches taller than she, with long dark hair. His face remained in shadow, but some of the details peeked through, like pale skin, dead green eyes, lips the shade of ripe plums in the dark. She pulled back and he let her go.