Page 148 of Stand and Defend
Now that the erratic driving has been called in, it’s out of our hands. “Come here.”
She walks over to me, and I pull her back into bed. She groans and picks at her fingernails.
“Did Four send the information to the financial agency?”
She smiles and rolls her eyes. “His name isSeven, and yes.”
“Dude sounds like a fucking psycho.”
“Well, thatpsychois the one who’s getting our info to the right people.” Jordan flips her hair. “He said I was a natural and even asked if I was interested in getting into his line of work.”
I laugh. “Shit, I’d say the same after watching you go allMission Impossiblelast night.”
She giggles. “Did you call Alexis?”
“Yeah, she’s already on her way to NYC to start digging.”
She nods and takes a deep breath. “Now we wait.”
“Now we wait . . . It’s going to work.”
She opens up her phone, and we watch the Lexus’s GPS dot creep down the highway. A few minutes pass. Then it stops.
She jolts up. “It’s stopped. Cam he’s stopped. On the highway.”
I appear calm on the outside, but my anxious thoughts are racing. I’m just as keyed-up as she is.
We wait . . . and wait . . . and wait . . .
The car never moves.
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The morning is quiet, but Cam finally convinces me to take a nap after making some of his famous macaroni and cheese for lunch. He crawled into bed behind me, and I was out within minutes.
My phone wakes me from a deep slumber. Cam stirs next to me. The lofty bed in the center of the room swallows us up in the warm covers. I’m not ready to wake up.
“Is that your phone or mine?” he asks groggily.
I lift my head and pick up my illuminated phone, bringing it under the covers with me. My mom’s photo lights up the screen, and I slump back into the mattress.
I groan and silence the ringer. “It’s my mom.” I’ll call her later, right now, I need more sleep. Sliding the phone under my pillow, I snuggle up and return to my nap. It rings again.
Cam grumbles.
I pull it from my pillow and answer it without looking at the screen.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Turn on the news. Now.”
My eyes fly open.Is this it?I clamber in the sheets, tryingto throw the heavy duvet off me. My hand slaps the nightstand, and when my fingers land on the corner of the remote, I snatch it up and feel for the power button. It flickers on to a headshot of Bryan.I remember when he took that photo. He looks approachable in the picture, but he was an asshole to the photographer.
“Oh my God.” My heart pounds.
Camden rolls over and rubs his eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Are you seeing it?” my mom asks. “Jordan, you dodged a bullet. Thank God you got away from him!” Her words echo in my head as I focus on the headline.