Page 27 of No Cap

Alana softened. “I thought that was a joke.”

I was already shaking his head. “That’s the way he spun it, yes. He said it was for ‘media attention for his new show’ but that couldn’t be further from the truth. It was real life. It happened.”

“Your friend was wearing a diaper?” she asked. “When Taite explained it to me, he said it was a publicity stunt for his show. That’s… you’re his stalker. You’re the one who keeps making his life a living hell.”

I shrugged. “He ruined mine, so I felt like it might be…”

“Karma,” Alana supplied. “You’re serious?”

I nodded, then helped her flip open the file folder.

“I hired an investigator to follow him around. She gives me stuff I can use to do that,” I said. “These are the photos she took of him with about eight other women in all of those cities he visited. The only one of the last nine stops he didn’t have a new girl in was the one where you showed up unexpectedly.”

She angrily flipped through the photos.

When she got to the last page, she paused. “He what?”

I glanced down at the page and winced. “It’s true. He had a vasectomy in his late teens. I have a friend. She’s a newbie hacker. She found this information for me and shared it. I wasn’t sure why I would need it, but felt like this was a great…”

She crumpled the page up and silently fumed.

“How are you here right now?” she asked. “Do you need help getting out of here?”

“I’ll take care of that.” A man came around the corner.

I froze, because I’d know that man anywhere.

I mean, it wasn’t every day that you sobbed into a man’s chest.

It’d been months since I’d done that, yet he looked exactly the same.

Only today he was wearing very well-fitting jeans, and a black t-shirt that fit him like a glove across his chest and shoulders but was semi-loose across his belly. He had on a black belt, and black motorcycle boots.

And that flashy gold badge that declared him an officer of the law.

Mother.

Fucker.

I was so going to jail.

“Who are you?” Alana asked, stepping in front of me.

And given the opportunity, I ran.

I left her to her own devices and took off in the other direction.

I had a route planned out in case of this exact scenario.

Out the emergency exit, down the alley that ran behind the club, and down the block two streets to where I’d parked my car.

I was out the door, and into the alley, when he caught me.

I cursed and started to wiggle, but the man was strong.

“Stop,” he ordered.

I didn’t want to stop.